| Do you love an apple? |
| Do you love a pear?
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| Do you love a laddie with bonnie brown hair?
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| But still I love him, I can’t deny him
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| I’ll be with him wherever he goes
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| He works at the pier for nine bob a week
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| Come Saturday night, he comes rolling home drunk
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| But still I love him, I can’t deny him
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| I’ll be with him wherever he goes
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| He stood at the corner, a fag in his mouth
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| Two hands in his pockets, he whistled me out
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| But still I love him, I can’t deny him
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| I’ll be with him wherever he goes
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| Before I got married I wore a black shawl
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| But since I got married I wore coveralls
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| But still I love him, I can’t deny him
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| I’ll be with him wherever he goes
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| Before I got married I’d sport and I’d play
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| But now, the cradle, it gets in me way
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| But still I love him, I can’t deny him
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| I’ll be with him wherever he goes
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| Do you love an apple? |
| Do you love a pear?
|
| Do you love a laddie with bonnie brown hair?
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| But still I love him, I can’t deny him
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| I’ll be with him wherever he goes |