| Tell ya 'bout them sobbin' women
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| Who lived in the Roman days.
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| It seems that they all went swimmin'
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| While their men was off to graze.
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| Well, a Roman troop was ridin' by And saw them in their «me oh my»,
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| So they took 'em all back home to dry.
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| Least that’s what Plutarch says.
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| Oh yes!
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| Them a woman was sobbin', sobbin', sobbin'
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| Fit to be tied.
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| Ev’ry muscle was throbbin', throbbin'
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| From that riotous ride.
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| Oh they cried and kissed and kissed and cried
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| All over that Roman countryside
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| So don’t forget that when you’re takin' a bride.
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| Sobbin' fit to be tied
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| From that riotous ride!
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| They never did return their plunder
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| The victor gets all the loot.
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| They carried them home, by thunder,
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| To rotundas small but cute.
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| And you’ve never seens so,
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| They tell me, such downright domesticity.
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| With a Roman baby on each knee
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| Named «Claudius» and «Brute»
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| Oh yes!
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| Them a women was sobbin', sobbin', passin' them nights.
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| While the Romans was goin' out hobbin', nobbin'
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| Startin' up fights.
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| They kept occupied by sewin' lots of little old togas
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| For them tots and sayin' «someday women folk’ll have rights.»
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| Passin' all o' them nights.
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| Just sewin'!
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| While the Romans had fights.
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| «Hey listen to this»
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| Now when their men folk went to fetch 'em
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| Them women would not be fetched.
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| It seems them Romans ketch 'em
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| That their lady friends stay ketched.
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| Now let this be because it’s true,
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| A lesson to the likes of you,
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| Treat 'em rough like them there Romans do Or else they’ll think you’re tetched.
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| Oh yes!
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| Them a women was sobbin', sobbin',
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| Sobbin' buckets of tears
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| On account o' old dobbin',
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| Dobbin' really rattled their ears.
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| Oh they acted angry and annoyed
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| But secretly they was overjoyed
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| You must recall that when corralin' your streets
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh them poe little dears.
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| Oh yes
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| Them a women was sobbin', sobbin', sobbin' Oh yeah
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| Weepin' a ton Then sobbin' women
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| Just remember what Robin, Robin, Robin Oh yeah
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| Hood woulda done. |
| Them sobbin women.
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| We’ll be just like them three merry men
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| And make 'em all merry once again.
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| And though they’ll be a sobbin' for a while
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| Oh yes!
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| We’re gonna make them sobbin' women smile! |