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No. 15 - Song - Leroy
| Leroy: | Rosie was at school with me, Sev'ral years ago. Such a curious thing was she, Far too kind to grow, Once when she had fooled a lot, The Mistress was so sly, Behind her back a cane she got, But Rosie didn't cry. She didn't mind, She didn't care, She didn't stamp, Or tear her hair, She didn't scream, Or try to go, She didn't mind, She didn't know. |
| Rosie grew to girl's estate, Loved a faithless swain, Once when due to dine at eight, Said he'd missed his train, He felt very much ashamed, — Hoped she wouldn't scold, Rosie simply sighed and said, "Mutton's awfully cold," She didn't mind, She didn't care, She didn't stamp, Or tear her hair, She didn't ask What kept him so, She didn't mind, She didn't know. |
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| Once a young man came to tea, Rosie looked divine, Young man asked so tenderly, "Will you not be mine?" Slipped his arm around her waist, Kiss'd her very soon; Thus the couple sat embraced, All the afternoon. She didn't mind, She didn't care, She didn't stamp, Or tear her hair, She couldn't dare Ask him to go, She was so young, She didn't know. |
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| Rosie once got married — Met him at a dance. On their honeymoon they went For a trip to France. In the train at night-time Someone kissed her cheek; It was not her husband — Rosie didn't speak. She didn't mind, She didn't care, She didn't stamp, Or tear her hair, Her husband he Resembled so. It was so dark, How could she know! |
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| Rosie was a mystery, There could be no doubt; Even all her family Couldn't make her out; Once her mother scolded her, (She could be so curt), Tried to very much infer That Rosie was a flirt. She didn't mind, She didn't care, She didn't stamp, Or tear her hair, The girls all said That she was slow, But they were girls; They didn't know! |
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| Once the family went out For a Christmas treat, Just a little annual bout In a shilling seat. Up to bed poor Rose was sent, Wherefore goodness knows! To the Empire off they went, All but little Rose. She didn't mind, She didn't care, She didn't stamp, Or tear her hair, To such a place She wouldn't go, She would have gone — She didn't know! |
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Page modified 9 October 2016