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Wished I had a nickel,
Wished I had a dime,
Wished I had a pretty girl,
To kiss and call her mine.
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Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark,
Fare thee well, I say,
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark,
I’m a goin’ away.
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I will not marry an old maid,
I’ll tell you the reason why,
Her neck is so long and stringy,
I’m afraid she’ll never die.
3. |
I asked my girl to marry me,
And what do you think she said,
Time enough to marry you,
When all the rest are dead.
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Old Joe Clark did take sick,
And what do you think ailed him,
He drank a churn of buttermilk,
And then his stomach failed him.
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Old Joe Clark did get drunk,
And not a word could he utter,
He fell down on the supper table,
And stove his nose in the butter.
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