American Old Time Song Lyrics: 41 She Hasnt Forgotten It Yet

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SHE HASN'T FORGOTTEN IT YET.
By Johnston Lyske.

When I first met Maria, last winter,
She looked such a sweet little pet,
As she stood, all aghast, in a puddle,
For she couldn't get out of the wet.
But then she was minus a slipper,
And the depth of the mud made her fret;
I assisted her out of the muddle,
And she hasn't forgotten it yet,
She'll never forget it, you bet;
I took her right out of the puddle,
And she hasn't forgotten it yet.

Of course I went back for her slipper,
Which she told me had stuck in the gut;
My cuffs were disgracefully muddied,
But oh! what a neat little foot!
My cheviots, too, were bedraggled,
And my rubbers were swamped in the wet,
But then it was all for Maria,
And she hasn't forgotten it yet.
She'll never forget it, you bet;
Of course it was all for Maria,
And she hasn't forgotten it yet.

I smiled such a smile at Maria,
And she smiled like an angel at me;
Oh, yes, 'twas the prettiest picture
That ever I happened to see.
With sincerest affection she told me,
"Your kindness I'll never forget;"
Her lips at the moment responded,
And she hasn't forgotten it yet,
She'll never forget it, you bet;
Our lips at the moment responded,
And she hasn't forgotten it yet.

I asked where she lived, and she told me,
And often I lingered hard by;
But I ne'er waited long for Marin.
She was there just as early as I.
A short while ago we got married,
And the union we never regret;
ohe was pleased to get out of the muddle,
And she hasn't forgotten it yet,
She'll never forget it, you bet;
I took her right out of the puddle,
And she hasn't forgotten it yet.

We have got such a nice dimpled baby,
They say it's the image of me;
A week ago last Sunday morning
She put the young cuss on my knee.
My wife is a wool-sorter's daughter,
And his daughter's a carder, you bet;
The mill girls all danced at the wedding,
And they haven't forgotten it yet,
They'll never forget it, you bet;
The mill girls who danced at our wedding
Our marriage will never forget.
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