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Come a-sailin' down the line, whoop-a-lorum!
let her, Seems to me there's nothin' that makes a man feel better. Mornin' is a mile away, Never 'spect to hit the hay, She's a-waitin', wake up there! Prom'nade all, you know where.
Hear old Haller, hear him now, all above the
funnin', Jes' a-laffin', callin,' too, keeps the thing a-
runnin', Round me up an' turn me loose! Let me go
a-prancin', All I wants is jes' to yell down at Haller's dancin'. If you love her tell her so, Rope her, brand her, let her go, Round her up an' hold her there, Prom'nade all, you know where. |
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