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FLOW GENTLY, SWEET AFTON. |
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SALL BRILL AND SQUINTING WILL
A Simple little Ditty.
Air—"The Girl I left behind me."
I loved a girl called Pretty Sal,
In courtship so particular— Just three feet high, she'd but one eye,
Her breath was like the auricula. Her flaxen pate and waddling gait
Did seem so like divinity— So sweet her leer, I cried, " Oh, dear,
I'll love you for infinity!"
I sent her word, on a fine card,
With figures emblematical, That I would come and take her home—
In that I was dogmatical ! But she said, " No! if I said so
From now to all infinity, That I should find it was her mind
With me to have no affinity !"
One day, oh dear! as you shall hear,
By my own incongruity, I met Sal Brill with Squinting Will,
In closest contiguity. Oh, then she said, " Sweet Will I'll wed,
To end all ambiguity; Gibby, good-by 1 you're ' all my eye'—
We'll live in continuity." |
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FLOW GENTLY, SWEET AFTON.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently—I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream; Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. |
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