| Oh Daughter, dear Daughter
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| Take warning from me
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| And don’t you go marching
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| With the N-A-A-C-P
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| For they’ll rock you and roll you
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| And shove you into bed
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| And if they steal your nuclear secret
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| You’ll wish you were dead
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| Singin too roo li, too roo li, too roo li ay
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| Singin too roo li, too roo li, too roo li ay
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| Oh Mother, dear Mother
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| No, I’m not afraid
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| For I’ll go on that march
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| And I’ll return a virgin maid
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| With a brick in my handbag
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| And a smile on my face
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| And barbed wire in my underwear
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| To shed off disgrace
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| One day they were marching
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| A young man came by
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| With a beard on his cheek
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| And a gleam in his eye
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| And before she had time
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| To remember her brick…
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| They were holding a sit-down
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| On a nearby hay-rick
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| For meeting is pleasure
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| And parting is pain
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| And if I have a great concert
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| Maybe I won’t have to sing those folk songs again
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| Oh Mother, dear Mother
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| I’m stiff and I’m sore
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| From sleeping three nights
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| On a hard classroom floor
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| One day at the briefing
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| She’d heard a man say
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| «Go perfectly limp
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| And be carried away.»
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| So when this young man suggested
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| It was time she was kissed
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| She remembered her brief
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| And did not resist
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| Oh Mother, dear Mother
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| No need for distress
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| For the young man has left me
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| His name and address
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| And if we win
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| Tho' a baby there be
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| He won’t have to march
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| Like his da-da and me |