| I would like you to meet the lady
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| I first fell in love with
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| Though I didn’t realize it at the time
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| When she came to tune the piano
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| When I introduced myself she said
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| You’re Mr. Marshal?
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| Mr. Donald S. Marshal the third?
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| Of Marshal town law riding?
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| I’m afraid so Ms.
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| Ordeal, Irene Ordeal.
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| And she told me of an adventure of hers
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| Had amusing invention
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| But a press
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| A dream of a dress
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| Blue as the sky
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| Made me feel like a maid morning
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| And she sang this song
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| In my sweet little
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| Alice Blue Gown
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| When I first wandered
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| Down into town
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| I was both proud and shy
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| As I felt every eye
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| And in every shop window
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| I print passing by
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| That in manner of fashion
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| I’ve frown can the world
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| Seemed to smile all around
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| Till it wilted I’ve wore it
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| I have always adored it
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| My sweet little
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| Alice Blue Gown
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| And it wore and it wore
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| and it wore
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| My sweet little
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| Alice Blue Gown |