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O Leopold lost the pin of his drawers He didn’t know what to do, To keep it up, To keep it up.
Give a thing and take it back God’ll ask you where is that You’ll say you don’t know God’ll send you down below.
The fox crew, the cocks flew, The bells in heaven Were striking eleven. ’Tis time for her poor soul To get out of heaven.
Extends his hand to her smiling and chants to the air of the bloodoath in the Dusk of the Gods .
Hangende Hunger, Fragende Frau, Macht uns alle kaput.
Sings.
And they call me the jewel of Asia.
Card of the races. Racing card! Ten to one the field! Tommy on the clay here! Tommy on the clay! Ten to one bar one. Ten to one bar one. Try your luck on spinning Jenny! Ten to one bar one! Sell the monkey, boys! Sell the monkey! I’ll give ten to one! Ten to one bar one!
Yet I’ve a sort a Yorkshire relish for …
My little shy little lass has a waist.
Best, best of all, Baraabum!
Yorkshire through and through.
Come on all!
Though she’s a factory lass And wears no fancy clothes.