Oh Girlie, why d'ya wink your eye?
Oh, why d’ya ever bother?
I may look spry, but I’m near for-tie,
An’ couldn’ I be yer father.
You’re a comely lass with a fetchin’ ass,
An’ I bet’cher quite uncommon,
But’ya make yer pass like sassafrass;
I’m an old-malt man. Where’s yer maman?
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