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8 WAIT TILL YOU GET IT. .
Aura Lea, Aura Lea,,
Birds of crimson wing Never song have sung to me
As in that sweet spring.
Aura Lea, Aura Lea, etc.
Aura Lea! the birds may flee;
The willow's golden hair Swing through winter fitfully
On the stormy air: Yet, if thy blue eyes I see, Gloom will soon depart; For to me, sweet Aura Lea ,Is sunshine through the heart.
Aura Lea, Aura Lea, etc. |
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WAIT TILL YOU GET IT.
Sung by S. S. Purdy.
Of late, around town, a new by^word's come out— You'll hear it wherever you wander about: Ask a friend for to lend you two dollars or three, And the answer he'll give you it surely will be—
" Just wait till you get it,
Wait till you get it; And if you don't get it,
Wait till you do!"
Election-time is coming—a candidate runs To the stump, which he mounts, firing off his big guns 'Mong the boys of the ward his money he'll spend free Saying, "1 must have the office." The answer will be-
" Just wait till you get it," etc.
A fellow gets drafted—he vows it's too much;
He ain't got "three hundred"—goes in for a crutch, |
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