Here her head, she lay <br />
Until she'd rise and say : <br />
"I'm starved of mirth;<br />
Let's go and trip a dwarf"<br />
<br />
Oh, what to be done with her ? <br />
What to be done with her ? <br />
Oh ... <br />
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<br />
Ice water for blood <br />
With neither heart or spine <br />
And then just, and then just <br />
To pass time; let us go and rob the blind <br />
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<br />
What to be done with her ? <br />
Oh, what to ... <br />
What to be said of her ? <br />
Oh ... <br />
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<br />
But when she calls me, I do not walk, I run <br />
Oh, when she calls, I do not walk, I run <br />
Oh ... <br />
Oh ... <br />
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Oh ...