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Doublereed Archive - Posting 000038.txt from 2003/09

From: Oboeeee@-----.com
Subj: [DR-L] Quote of the Day
Date: Wed, 3 Sep 2003 21:33:19 -0400

"My Bonnie Lass She Smelleth"

My bonnie lass she smelleth,
Making the flowers jealouth.
Fa la la (etc.)

My bonnie lass dismayeth
Me; all that she doth say ith.
Fa la la (etc.)

My bonnie lass she looketh like a jewel
And soundeth like a mule.
My bonnie lass she walkeh like a doe
And Talketh like a crow.
Fa la la (etc.)

My Bonnie lass liketh to dance a lot;
She's Guinevere and I'm Sir Lancelot. 1
Fa la la (etc.)

My bonnie lass I need not flatter;
What she doth not have doth not matter.
OO la la (etc.)

My bonnie lass would be nice,
Yea, even at twice the price.
Fa la la (etc.)

-P.D.Q. Bach (1807-1742?)
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