| I had girls by the score
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| Yes, a hundred or more
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| Each one as nice as could be It was hard to decide
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| Which I’d want for my bride
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| They all looked lovely to me While I was trying to choose one
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| I met a wonderful girl
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| She came tripping along
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| Like a beautiful song
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| Setting my brain in a whirl
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| I was growing very fond of Molly
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| When along came Ruth, along came Ruth
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| I thought an awful lot of Dolly
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| When Ruth came along
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| My head began to «Merry-go-round»
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| I almost married Polly
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| I was making love to May
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| When along came Ruth
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| And to tell the truth
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| She stole my heart away
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| There’s a right little girl
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| With the right little curl
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| For ev’ry right little boy
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| When she comes, you’ll forget
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| All the others you’ve met
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| Sorrow will turn into joy
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| She doesn’t have to be pretty
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| She doesn’t have to be wise
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| When she comes you will find
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| Tho’they say love is blind
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| She’ll make you open your eyes |