| Little Lilly was oh! |
| So silly and shy
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| And all the fellows knew,
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| She wouldn’t bill and coo:
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| Ev’ry single night some smart fellow would try
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| o cuddle up to her, but she would cry:
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| «Ma, he’s making eyes at me!
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| Ma he’s awful nice to me!
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| Ma he’s almost breaking my heart,
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| I’m beside him, Mercy!
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| Let his conscience guide him!
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| Ma, he wants to marry me,
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| Be my honey bee.
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| Ev’ry minute he gets bolder,
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| Now he’s leaning on my shoulder,
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| Ma, he’s kissing me!»
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| Lilly was so good, ev’ry body could tell.
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| You’d never see her roam,
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| She’d always stay at home;
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| All the neighbors knew little Lilly too well.
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| For when the boys would call, They’d hear her yell:
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| Ma, he’s making eyes at me!
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| Ma he’s awful nice to me!
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| Ma he’s almost breaking my heart,
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| If you peek in, Can’t you see I’m goin' to weaken?
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| Ma, he wants to marry me,
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| Be my honey bee.
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| Ma, I’m meeting with resistance,
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| I shall holler for assistance,
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| Ma, he’s kissing me!" |