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Julie, Julie, do you like him?
I dunno
Did you like it when he talked to you today?
When he put you on the carousel that way?
Did you like that?
D'rather not say
You're a queer one, Julie Jordan
You are quieter and deeper than a well
And you never tell me nothin'
There's nothin' that I care to choose to tell
You've been actin' most peculiar
Every morning you're awake ahead of me
Always standin' by the window
I like to watch the river meet the sea
When we work in the mill weavin' at the loom
You gaze half-subminded at the roof
And half the time your shuttle gets twisted in the thread
Till you can't tell the warp from the woof
'Tain't so
You're a queer one, Julie Jordan
You won't ever tell a body what you think
You're as tight-lipped as an oyster
And as silent as an old Sahara sphinx
Sphinx
Huh?
Sphinx
Uh-uh, sphinx
You spell it with an X
That's only when there's more than one
Julie, I've been bustin' to tell you somethin' lately
You have?
Reason I didn't care to tell you before was
'Cause you didn't have a feller of your own
But now that you got one, I can tell you about mine
Carrie! Why you...
Oh, I'm glad you got a feller, Carrie
His name is Mr. Snow
And an upstandin' man is he
He comes home every night in his round-bottomed boat
With a net full of herring from the sea
An almost perfect beau
As refined as a girl could wish
But he spends so much time in his round-bottomed boat
That he can't seem to lose the smell of fish
The first time he kissed me the whiff of his hose
Knocked me flat on the floor of the room
But now that I love him my heart's in my nose
And fish is my favorite perfume
Last night he spoke quite low
And a fair-spoken man is he
And he said, "Miss Pipperidge, I'd like it fine
If I could be wed with a wife
And indeed, Miss Pipperidge, if you'd be mine
I'll be yours for the rest of my life"
Next moment we were promised
And now my mind's in a maze
For all it can do is look forward to
That wonderful day of days
When I marry Mr. Snow
The flowers'll be buzzin' with the hum of bees
The birds'll make racket in the churchyard trees
When I marry Mr. Snow
Then it's off to home we'll go
And both of us'll look a little lady-like
A-drivin' to a cottage by the ocean side
Where the salty breezes blow
He'll carry me 'cross the threshold
And I'll be his meek little lamb
Then he'll set me on my feet and I'll say kinda sweet
"Well, Mr. Snow, here I am"
Then I'll kiss him so he'll know
That every little bee is right as right can be
A-livin' in a cottage by the sea with me
For I love my Mr. Snow
That young sea-fairin', bold and darin'
Big bewiskered, full of bearin'
Darlin' Mr. Snow
I dunno
Did you like it when he talked to you today?
When he put you on the carousel that way?
Did you like that?
D'rather not say
You're a queer one, Julie Jordan
You are quieter and deeper than a well
And you never tell me nothin'
There's nothin' that I care to choose to tell
You've been actin' most peculiar
Every morning you're awake ahead of me
Always standin' by the window
I like to watch the river meet the sea
When we work in the mill weavin' at the loom
You gaze half-subminded at the roof
And half the time your shuttle gets twisted in the thread
Till you can't tell the warp from the woof
'Tain't so
You're a queer one, Julie Jordan
You won't ever tell a body what you think
You're as tight-lipped as an oyster
And as silent as an old Sahara sphinx
Sphinx
Huh?
Sphinx
Uh-uh, sphinx
You spell it with an X
That's only when there's more than one
Julie, I've been bustin' to tell you somethin' lately
You have?
Reason I didn't care to tell you before was
'Cause you didn't have a feller of your own
But now that you got one, I can tell you about mine
Carrie! Why you...
Oh, I'm glad you got a feller, Carrie
His name is Mr. Snow
And an upstandin' man is he
He comes home every night in his round-bottomed boat
With a net full of herring from the sea
An almost perfect beau
As refined as a girl could wish
But he spends so much time in his round-bottomed boat
That he can't seem to lose the smell of fish
The first time he kissed me the whiff of his hose
Knocked me flat on the floor of the room
But now that I love him my heart's in my nose
And fish is my favorite perfume
Last night he spoke quite low
And a fair-spoken man is he
And he said, "Miss Pipperidge, I'd like it fine
If I could be wed with a wife
And indeed, Miss Pipperidge, if you'd be mine
I'll be yours for the rest of my life"
Next moment we were promised
And now my mind's in a maze
For all it can do is look forward to
That wonderful day of days
When I marry Mr. Snow
The flowers'll be buzzin' with the hum of bees
The birds'll make racket in the churchyard trees
When I marry Mr. Snow
Then it's off to home we'll go
And both of us'll look a little lady-like
A-drivin' to a cottage by the ocean side
Where the salty breezes blow
He'll carry me 'cross the threshold
And I'll be his meek little lamb
Then he'll set me on my feet and I'll say kinda sweet
"Well, Mr. Snow, here I am"
Then I'll kiss him so he'll know
That every little bee is right as right can be
A-livin' in a cottage by the sea with me
For I love my Mr. Snow
That young sea-fairin', bold and darin'
Big bewiskered, full of bearin'
Darlin' Mr. Snow