| Summer journeys
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| To Niagara
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| And to other places
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| Aggravate all our cares
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| We’ll save our fares
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| I’ve a cozy little flat
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| In what is known as old Manhattan
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| We’ll settle down
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| Right here in town
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| We’ll have Manhattan
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| The Bronx and Staten Island, too
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| It’s lovely going through
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| The zoo
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| It’s very fancy
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| On old Delancey Street, you know
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| The subway charms us so
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| When balmy breezes blow
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| To and fro
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| And tell me what street
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| Compares with Mott Street
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| In July
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| Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
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| The great big city’s a wondrous toy
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| Just made for a girl and boy
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| We’ll turn Manhattan
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| Into an isle of joy
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| We’ll go to Greenwich
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| Where modern men itch
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| To be free
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| And Bowling Green you’ll see
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| With me
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| We’ll bathe at Brighton
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| The fish you’ll frighten
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| When you’re in
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| Your bathing suit so thin
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| Will make the shellfish grin
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| Fin to fin
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| I’d like to take a
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| Sail on Jamaica Bay with you
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| And fair Canarsie’s lake
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| We’ll view
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| The city’s bustle cannot destroy
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| The dreams of a girl and boy
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| We’ll turn Manhattan
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| Into an isle of joy
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| We’ll go to Yonkers
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| Where true love conquers
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| In the wilds
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| And starve together, dear
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| In Childs'
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| We’ll go to Coney
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| And eat baloney
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| On a roll
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| In Central Park we’ll stroll
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| Where our first kiss we stole
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| Soul to soul
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| Our future babies
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| We’ll take to «Abie's Irish Rose»
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| I hope they’ll live to see
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| It close
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| The city’s clamor can never spoil
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| The dreams of a boy and goil
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| We’ll turn Manhattan
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| Into an isle of joy
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| We’ll have Manhattan
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| The Bronx and Staten Island, too
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| We’ll try to cross Fifth Avenue
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| As black as onyx
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| We’ll find the Bronnix Park Express
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| Our Flatbush flat, I guess
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| Will be a great success
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| More or less
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| A short vacation
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| On Inspiration Point
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| We’ll spend
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| And in the station house we’ll end
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| But civic virtue cannot destroy
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| The dreams of a girl and boy
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| We’ll turn Manhattan
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| Into an isle of joy |