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it would not be right, you know, |
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me to fall upon my knees; |
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not hear if I whisper, though; |
| Become
my darling husband - please! |
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Which one shall it
be, |
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Tom, Dick or Harry? |
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Dick I choose,
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Is inclined to
marry. |
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"That looks
just like him."
written on back, see below. |
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| I
press you to my heart at last, |
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look is glad, your eyes divine; |
| Here
I will gently hold you fast; |
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mine, oh, lovely boy, be mine! |
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| The
joys of single blessedness |
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seek to make you hesitate, |
| Dear
Sir, if you could only guess |
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gladness of the married state. |
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take me for your own, and I |
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Will
be your cook, for love's sweet sake; |
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make you glad, with cake and pie, |
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kind your mother used to make. |
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I
wonder if you've ever thought |
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Of
any of the joys divine |
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To
you because we do not trot |
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In
double harness, side by side. |
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| Why
will you spend your precious time |
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reading stupid baseball news, |
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making love is so sublime |
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you possess the chance to choose. |
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| Within
my mirror, yesterday, |
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saw your handsome likeness, dear; |
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know the legend --- therefore say |
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sweet word that I wait to hear. |
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| You
may as well decide to claim, |
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as your own, for good or ill; |
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if I may not bear your name, |
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other lady surely will. |
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| If music is the
food of love, |
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sweetly said, |
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on me from above, |
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be fed. |
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