| Oh, once I had a colour as red as a rose
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| Now my colour has fade like the lily that do grow
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| Now my colour has fade like the lily that do grow
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| And if it wasn’t for flash company I should never been so poor
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| So you take this yellow handkerchief in a remembrance of me
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| And tie it round your neck, my love, in your flash company
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| Flash company has been the ruin of me and the ruin of me quite
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| If it wasn’t for flash company I should never been so poor
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| Now it’s singing and a dancing sure that is my delight
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| Flash company being the ruin of me and the ruin of me quite
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| Flash company being the ruin of me and a great many more
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| If it wasn’t for flash company I should never been so poor
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| Now you take a yellow handkerchief in a remembrance of me
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| And tie it round your neck, my love, in a flash company
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| Flash company has been the ruin of me and a great many more
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| If it wasn’t for flash company I should never been so poor
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| Now its all you little flash girls take a warning by me
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| And never build your nest, my love, on the top of a tree
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| For the green leaves they will wither and the roots they will decay
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| And the beauty of a fair young maid that will soon fade away
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| So you take this yellow handkerchief in a remembrance of me
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| And tie that round your neck, my love, in your flash company
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| Flash company’s been the ruin of me and the ruin of me quite
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| If it wasn’t for flash company I should never been so poor |