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No. 14 - Song - Major
| Major: | Throughout the world I've been and seen Girls of each sort and kind, But not one have I met as yet With qualities so defined, The Irish girl, the Scottish lass, Delightful in their way, And English girl forgive me please, But I am bound to say-- Burmah, Burmah, Burmah girl, You stand alone of all I have known, With your smiles and roguish wiles, How can a man be firm, ah! Burmah, Burmah, Burmah girl, Many I've seen, but you are the Queen, In ev'ry part I've lost my heart, But I've found it again in Burmah! |
| Oh Burmah girl, you're quite divine, Would we had met before, On my half pay if you were mine I could do so much more; You do not ask for rows of pearls To trim your frenzied frocks, You only need a simple bead, You've got no op'ra box. Burmah, Burmah, Burmah girl, You don't spend your days at Wooland's and Jay's, You don't fret to play roulette, Making a poor man squirm, ah! Burmah, Burmah, Burmah girl, No Carlton for you, no supper for two, I've made up my mind, if a wife I find I shall bring her to live in Burmah. |
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Page modified 9 October 2016