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No. 7 - Song - Daisy - "Little Daisy with the Dimple" or "I Wonder Why?"
| Daisy: | Oh, I'm a simple little maid Who really doesn't know a thing My innocence you'll find display'd In ev'ry word I'm going to sing And yet so much I long to learn That here and there I peep and pry Things puzzle me at ev'ry turn I wonder why! I wonder why! Oh, the people call me Daisy, Little Daisy with the dimple And they say they are so fond of me because I am so simple But they tell me I am certain to be wiser by and by And the more I think it over, well, the more I wonder why! |
| My fellow creatures I've been told To study closely when I can And whether he be young or old The creature I prefer is man. His habits do amuse me so I've seen him face the midnight air And start from home quite late to go I wonder where! I wonder where! Yes, the people call me Daisy, Little Daisy with the dimple And they say they are so fond of me because I am so simple But they tell me I am sure to learn a lot I don't know now And the more I think it over, well, the more I wonder how! |
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| If ever I should take a walk A funny thing I'm sure to see The men, in passing, stop their talk And then turn round and look at me Though rudeness they may not intend It's rather trying, is it not? For one will whisper to his friend I wonder what! I wonder what! For the people call me Daisy, Little Daisy with the dimple And they say they are so fond of me because I am so simple But perhaps it's that attraction, or perhaps they hope I'm rich And the more I think it over, well, the more I wonder which. |
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