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There is a girl
named Permelia Burnett,
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She has such a
will we never can turn it.
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The girl picking
petals from a daisy is Lot,
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Trying the
fortune, "He loves me, he loves
me not."
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When a feeling of
blues o'er you steal,
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Go get them
banished by Lucile.
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We may live
without poetry, music and art.
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We may live
without conscience, we may live
without heart,
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We may live
without friends, we may live
without books,
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But civilized men
cannot live without "Cook"s.
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There was a maid named Leah,
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Who was so exceedingly queer,
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With an idea to lend,
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She said with a
bend,
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An egg's the same
shape at both ends.
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There was a maid
called Lelia,
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Who was such a
terrible "spieler"
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That when to be
quiet she tried
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The girls
immediately cried,
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"0 Lelia, 0
Lelia. "
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Louise Cox
receives many knocks,
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But she doesn't
any more care,
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She throws back
her shoulders and holds up her
head
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And tries her
troubles to bear.
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There was in the
town no girl finer
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Than little
curly-haired Lina,
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But she played in
the wind
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Till it tanned
her white skin,
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And now she is a
continual whiner.
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There is a young
lady named Jen,
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Who is so
exceedingly thin
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That one day when
she assayed
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To drink lemonade
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She slipped
through the straw and fell in.
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Any song written
in long or short meter
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Is beautifully
sung by our own sweet Leta.
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When at the piano
you hear Emma Jones,
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You may be sure
to expect the sweetest of tones.
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There's a
charming Irish lady with a
roguish winning way,
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Who has kept my
heart a-jumpin' and a-bumpin'
night and day.
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She's a Flower
from Killarney with a temporary
smile,
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She's the best
that ever came from Erin's Isle,
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And my heart
keeps a-singin' all the while.
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"Odelia, Odelia,
I wants to steal you."
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Cannie Barton
said why
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Can't I look in
my ear with my eye?
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If I give
my mind to it,
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I'm sure I can do
it,
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You never can
tell till you try.
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Oh Jennie-Lee,
Jennie-Lee!
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Y ou are as
talented now as you can be,
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But when you
return from "gay Paree"
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What may we
expect of your ab-il-i-ty.
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There was a young
man named Winn,
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Who thought to
have his picture taken was a
great sin,
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And that's why he
isn't in.
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There was also a
boy in the Sophomore class Named
Ben Trabue;
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He would get on
the fence with his big field
glass,
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And cry out, "I'm
looking at you."
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Vera, Vera, sat
on the wall,
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Vera, Vera had a
great fall,
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There is a young
girl named Eva
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Whose eye will
never deceive her,
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No color to her
is a sham,
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So very artistic
is Eva Nahm.
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Hattie-Lee is as
good as she can be.
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Now, there is
Marian Gardner
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With a voice as
clear as a bell,
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What she can
accomplish with it
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Well -- Who can
tell?
