Sad about her winsome glance
And mad about the town
Kicking years (?)
And every boy's a clown
Leave a trial of dusted boots
And choose a toecap
Then go kiss me here or kick me there
And lovers won't be friends
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I'm a plow
And you're a furrow
I'm a fox
And you're a burrow
I'm a weed
And you the rose
You're a man
And I'm low
Sally was a daisy chain
And Sally was a rock
And Sally let her hair hang low
And Sally wore a frock
Someone saw a local boy
Crawl along the shore
Well must be someone's son
They thought
They should have thought some more
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Sally saw the boy come near
Right beneath the sun
Breathing hard and co*kle proud
And Sally's heart was won
Not a boy she knew at first
Not a face she'd seen
All whispered through her ready lips
I'll be the best I've been
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And it's forty's fingers in her face
Grubby mitts, saving grace
Hope to live, or wait to die
Why don't you like
Chervil gloves and half co*ked eyes
Bring nature to their deviled lives
Winsome missus wantoning lads
Aging in their pa**ing fads
Leave a trial of dusted boots
And choose a toecap
Then go kiss me here or kick me there
And lovers might be friends
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