| I’m in a nice bit of trouble, I confess;
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| Somebody with me has had a game
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| I should by now be a proud and happy bride
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| But I’ve still got to keep my single name
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| I was proposed to by Obadiah Binks
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| In a very gentlemanly way;
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| Lent him all my money so that he could buy a home
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| And punctually at twelve o’clock to-day-
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| There was I, waiting at the church
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| Waiting at the church
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| Waiting at the church;
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| When I found he’d left me in the lurch
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| Lor, how it did upset me!
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| All at once, he sent me round a note
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| Here’s the very note
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| This is what he wrote:
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| «Can't get away to marry you today
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| My wife, won’t let me!»
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| Lor, what a fuss Obadiah made of me
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| When he used to take me in the park!
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| He used to squeeze me till I was black and blue
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| When he kissed me he used to leave a mark
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| Each time he met me he treated me to port
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| Took me now and then to see the play;
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| Understand me rightly, when I say he treated me
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| It wasn’t him but me that used to pay
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| There was I, waiting at the church
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| Waiting at the church
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| Waiting at the church;
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| When I found he’d left me in the lurch
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| Lor, how it did upset me!
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| All at once, he sent me round a note
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| Here’s the very note
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| This is what he wrote:
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| «Can't get away to marry you today
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| My wife, won’t let me!»
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| Just think how disappointed I must feel
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| I’ll be off me crumpet very soon
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| I’ve lost my husband, the one I never had!
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| And I dreamed so about the honeymoon
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| I’m looking out for another Obadiah
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| I’ve already bought the wedding ring
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| There’s all my little fal-de-riddles packed up in my box
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| Yes, absolutely two of ev’rything
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| There was I, waiting at the church
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| Waiting at the church
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| Waiting at the church;
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| When I found he’d left me in the lurch
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| Lor, how it did upset me!
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| All at once, he sent me round a note
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| Here’s the very note
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| This is what he wrote:
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| «Can't get away to marry you today
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| My wife, won’t let me!» |