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I had girls by the score |
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Yes, a hundred or more |
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Each one as nice as could be |
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It was hard to decide |
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Which I'd want for my bride |
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They all looked lovely to me |
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While I was trying to choose one |
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I met a wonderful girl |
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She came tripping along |
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Like a beautiful song |
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Setting my brain in a whirl |
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[Refrain:] |
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I was growing very fond of Molly |
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When along came Ruth, along came Ruth |
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I thought an awful lot of Dolly |
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When Ruth came along |
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My head began to "Merry-go-round" |
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I almost married Polly |
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I was making love to May |
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When along came Ruth |
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And to tell the truth |
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She stole my heart away |
| [2nd verse:] |
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There's a right little girl |
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With the right little curl |
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For ev'ry right little boy |
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When she comes, you'll forget |
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All the others you've met |
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Sorrow will turn into joy |
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She doesn't have to be pretty |
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She doesn't have to be wise |
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When she comes you will find |
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Tho' they say love is blind |
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She'll make you open your eyes |
