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I shall marry the miller's son |
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Pin my hat on a nice piece of property |
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Friday nights, for a bit of fun |
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We'll go dancing |
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Meanwhile |
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It's a wink and a wiggle |
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And a diggle in the grass |
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And I'll trip the light fandango |
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A pinch and a diddle |
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In the middle of what passes by |
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It's a very short road |
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From the pinch and the punch |
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To the paunch and the pouch and the pension |
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It's a very short road |
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To the ten thousandth lunch |
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And the belch and the grouch and the sigh |
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In the meanwhile |
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There are mouths to be kissed |
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Before mouths to be fed |
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And a lot in between |
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In the meanwhile |
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And a girl ought to celebrate what passes by. |
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Or I shall marry the business man |
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Five fat babies and lots of security |
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Friday nights, if we think we can |
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We'll go dancing |
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Meanwhile |
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It's a push and a fumble |
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And a tumble in the sheets |
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And I'll foot the highland fancy |
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A dip in the better |
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And a flutter with what meets my eye |
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It's a very short fetch |
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From the push and the whoop |
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To the squint and the stoop and the mumble |
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It's not much of a stretch |
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To the cribs and the croup |
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And the bosoms that droop and go dry |
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In the meanwhile |
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There are mouths to be kissed |
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Before mouths to be fed |
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And there's many a tryst |
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And there's many a bed |
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To be sampled and seen |
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In the meanwhile |
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And a girl has to celebrate what passes by. |
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Or I shall marry the Prince of Wales |
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Pearls and servants and dressing for festivals |
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Friday nights with him all in tails |
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We'll have dancing |
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Meanwhile |
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It's a rip in the bustle |
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And a rustle in the hay |
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And I'll pitch the quick fantastic |
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With flings of confetti |
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And my petticoats away up high |
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It's a very short way |
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From the fling that's for fun |
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To the thigh pressing under the table |
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It's a very short day |
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'Til you're stuck with just one |
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Or it has to be done on the sly |
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In the meanwhile |
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There are mouths to be kissed |
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Before mouths to be fed |
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And there's many a tryst |
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And there's many a bed |
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There's a lot I'll have missed |
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But I'll not have been dead when I die! |
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And a person should celebrate everything |
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Passing By |
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And I shall marry the miller's son... |