How far would I travel, yessir! - to be where you are? ...Clay
lies still, but blood's a-rover. Red Rover, Red Rover, let Charlie come over!
...Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home? ...My wild Irish
rose.
Excellent well, you're a fishmonger! You're my everything, you
are my sunshine, you're old and grey and full of sleep, you're my pickle-
faced, consumptive Mary Jane!
Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my
body to pieces to call you once by your name!
One, two, three o'lairy!
One? One alone, to be my own...
Oh, I must take the A train, oh, I am a cook and a captain bold
and the mate of the Nancy brig. Has anybody here seen Kelly?
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