Sweet Lovely Gal
Sweet lovely gal, where do you live?
Your match brings all his love to give,
He restless combs all the little lanes
Looking for your cute worry-stained face;
He’s sworn his rib to ceaselessly trace
For of all his high goals only this remains.
Two rolling stones hardly coincide
And two circling birds seldom collide;
So stop your movement sweet lovely gal
And let your roaming lover find his way
To the chambers where you brood all day;
And you will get your caring and loving pal.
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