Flower Drum Song movie - Gliding Through my Memoree lyrics

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I am a vagabond sailor,<br>

All my friends call me "sport."<br>

I am a fellow for action,<br>

Any storm in a port.<br>

(Any storm in a port, ha?... Back to the laundry!)<br>

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Now that I'm home and I'm resting<br>

Home from over the sea,<br>

All of the girls who adored me<br>

Go gliding through my memoree.<br>

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A sweet colleen from Ireland, <br>

Her hair was fiery red,<br>

Her eyes gave out a green light <br>

That said I could go ahead.<br>

(Say somehing in Irish. -- Elin go Blah.)<br>

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I met a girl in Sweden <br>

Of whom I grew quite fond,<br>

A stately Scandinavian type, <br>

A buxom, blue-eyed blonde.<br>

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And then in merry England, <br>

A girl who worshipped me,<br>

Gliding through me memoree; <br>

That's how I see them,<br>

Gliding through me memoree!<br>

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In sunny Barcelona, <br>

A dancing chick I picked.<br>

Her castanets were clicking <br>

Like nothing ever clicked.<br>

(--Ole!-- You can say that again!)<br>

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A very friendly ma'mselle, <br>

In oo-la-la Paree,<br>

She was a girl who couldn't say <br>

Anything but --Oui!--<br>

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'Twas fun to cast an anchor<br>

In lovely Casablancer.<br>

I loved a Grecian doll and <br>

Another doll in Holland,<br>

But of all the girls in ev'ry hemisphere<br>

There is no one like the girl have right here.<br>

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