| He speaks as sweetly as he can
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| But words do not enthrall her
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| They dance around the washing-pan
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| The collar and the garter
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| He tartly starts up repartee
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| But her retorts are smarter
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| She will not name a wedding day
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| The garter and the collar
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| So to and fro, and so they dance
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| The collar and the garter
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| He swears, if he should lose his love
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| Then love will gain a martyr
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| They part, and that’s the story of
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| The garter and the collar
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| He keeps his braggadocio
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| Through years of fall and squalor
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| And toasts the maid who loved him so
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| The collar and the garter |