| Oh! | 
| what a shame they gave you the name of Mickey
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| Where is the rose that grows in repose like you
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| Lucky the birds and the bees you’d meet
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| Lucky the moss and the violet sweet
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| When they were trod by your bare little feet
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| There in the morning dew
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| How can you blame me when I pine
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| Dearie, to change your name to mine
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| Mickey, pretty Mickey, with your hair of raven hue
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| In your smiling so beguiling
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| There’s a bit of Killarney, bit of the Blarney, too
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| Childhood in the wildwood
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| Like a mountain flow’r you grew
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| Pretty Mickey, pretty Mickey
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| Can you blame anyone for falling in love with you
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| You had a friend that used to defend and love you
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| He was a dog, a mutt of a dog, it’s true
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| He used to follow you ev’rywhere
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| Look in your eyes with a lovable stare
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| He was a lucky old dog to be there
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| And he believed it too
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| This is a promise true from me
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| «I'll be as faithful to you, as he»
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| Mickey, pretty Mickey, with your hair of raven hue
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| In your smiling so beguiling
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| There’s a bit of Killarney, bit of the Blarney, too
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| Childhood in the wildwood
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| Like a mountain flow’r you grew
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| Pretty Mickey, pretty Mickey
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| Can you blame anyone for falling in love with you |