Thy words are queer sir
Unto mine ear, sir
Yet thou'rt a dear, sir
To me, thou couldst woo me
Now, couldst thou try, knight?
I'd murmurs swell, too
And like it well, too
More thou wilt tell, too
Sandy, thou art dandy
Now, art thou my knight?
Thine arms are martial
Thou hast grace
My cheek is partial
To thy face
And if my lips grow weary
Mine are their resting place
Thou swell, thou witty
Thou sweet, thou grand
Wouldst kiss me pretty
Wouldst hold my hand
Both thine eyes are cute too
What they do to me
Hear me holler
I choose a sweet loller
Palooza in thee
I'd be so rich in
A hut for two
Two rooms and kitchen
I'm sure would do
Give me just a plot of
Not a lot of land
And thou swell
Thou witty, thou grand
Thou swell
Thou witty
Thou sweet
Thou pretty
Thou terrific
Thou sensational
Thou grand
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