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MY
LOVE HAS GOT A RED, RED NOSE
by
Peter A. Booker
My love has got a red, red nose
That's newly bloomed in June
She went and caught a bluidy cold
And it's running like a flume!
As fair thou art mah boony lass
So deep in love am I,
But I will wait a while, mah dear
Until yer nose gang dry!
Until yer nose gang dry, my dear,
And the sneezing is a' done,
I think I'll save mah love, mah dear,
While that nose o' yourn do run!
So fare thee well, mah rheumy love,
And fare thee well, goodbye!
And I will come again, mah dear
When your runny nose gang dry! |
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