Monday was my wedding day, Tuesday I was married, We’nsday night my wife took sick, Sat’day she was buried. 
Chorus: Oh! looky har. Oh! looky what? Look right other yander. Don’t you see de Ole Grey Goose smiling at de gander? 
We’nsday night my wife took sick, despair ob death cum o’er her. Some did cry, but I did laff to see dat death go from her. 
I ask Miss Dinah Rose one day in de ole cart to ride. She war, by gosh, so bery fat I couldn’t sit beside. 
When she was gittin’ out de cart Miss Dinah loose her shoe And den I spied a great big hole right in her stocking through. 
Says to her:"You Dinah Gal, only looky dar. Dem heels are sticking out too far to you I declar." 
Says she to me, "Now listen, Jo, what are you about? Dere’s science in dem dar heels and I want ’em to stick out." 
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