| My darling, believe me
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| My love for you is true
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| If you were to leave me
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| I know not what I’d do
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| And so tonight I thought I might
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| Let all my feelings show
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| And I will take you to the most
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| Romantic place I know
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| Come with me to the cockfight, my dear
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| Come see the fearless fowl
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| The bell is like beautiful music to me
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| Succeeded by shriek and howl
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| Come with me to the cockfight tonight
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| Come see them bite and scratch
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| We’ll see which one is puny and which one is tough
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| When they stuff then down that hatch
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| Take your seat for the cockfight, my sweet
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| Where severed feet sail by
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| Eyes are pecked out as I gaze into yours
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| Beauty as bright as the blood on their claws
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| Come with me to the cockfight, my love
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| Come see them shove and maul
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| When entrails are flailing you grow pale and faint
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| But I’ll catch you if you fall
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| Come with me to the cockfight, my love
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| Gasp as the blood runs free
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| Don’t be surprised if it gets in your eyes
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| And mind how you sit, lest it drip in your tea
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| Come with me to the cockfight, you may
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| Always of this be sure
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| As the cock of the walk rips the breast in his grip
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| That I’ll be more gentle with yours
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| And as your eyelids flutter
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| Their wings begin to flutter
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| I think i’ll have a flutter
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| On that roster from Calcutta
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| And as they screech and squawk and cluck
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| I do beseech thee lady luck
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| For ample fortune, ample pluck
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| To ask my lady
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| If she’ll maybe
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| Come with me to the cockfight, you dish
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| Where wishbones splinter and snap
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| We whistle for gristle and when one is dead
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| We’re enraptured as he runs around devoid of a head
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| Come with me to the cockfight, oh do
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| Dinner’s included too
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| When niblets of giblets are shredded and torn
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| They’re a romantic meal for two
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| Come with me to the cockfight, oh my
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| Come for the death and gore
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| When we’re together the feathers will fly
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| And I’ll kiss you as they mop up the guts on the floor
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| Come with me to the cockfight next week
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| Watch as their beaks dig in
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| The fun will begin as their innards appear
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| And I’ll save you an avian organ as a souvenir |