| Velvet, I can wish you,
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| For the collar of your coat,
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| And fortune smiling all along your way,
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| But more I cannot wish you,
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| Then to wish you find your love,
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| Your own true love this day.
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| Mansions, I can wish you,
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| Seven footmen all in red,
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| And calling cards upon a silver tray,
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| But more I cannot wish you,
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| Then to wish you find your love,
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| Your own true love this day.
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| Standing there,
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| Gazing at you,
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| Full of the bloom of youth,
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| Standing there,
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| Gazing at you,
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| With the sheep’s eye,
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| And the licerish tooth.
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| Music, I can wish you,
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| Merry music while you’re young,
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| And wisdom, when your hair has turned to gray,
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| But more I cannot wish you,
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| Then to wish you find your love,
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| Your own true love this day.
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| With the sheep’s eye,
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| And the lickerish tooth,
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| And the strong arms,
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| To carry you away |