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She's a camptown tune at a barbecue,an old fashioned curt'sy
And a how dee ya' do,a tintype from somebody's locket
The wind and the stars and the earth
But in practical terms of the pocket,
Here's how I measure her worth
A penny for the moon, a nickel for a dream,a quarter for a tune like the "
Old Mill Stream"
But I'd give a dollar and my heart to foller to
The Brown-
Skin Gal In The Calico Gown.A puzzler for a pal
A jack-knife for a song, a garter for a galin a blue sarong:
But I'd give a necklace because I'm recklessfor a kiss from the miss in the Calico Gown.
Haven
t much use for worldly goods
Robin Hood's for me; if my love's worth a nickel,
It's worth a Peso mine for the giving;hers for the "say so"A penny for a cart to take her out to dine;a scissor cuts a heart on a valentine;then a sky-blue bonnet with pink ribbons on itfor The Brown-
Skin Gal In The Calico Gown.A penny for the moon, a nickel for a dream,a quarter for a tune like the "
Old Mill Stream"
But I'd give a dollar and my heart to foller to
The Brown-
Skin Gal In The Calico Gown.A puzzler for a pal
A jack-knife for a song, a garter for a galin a blue sarong:
But I'd give a necklace because I'm recklessfor a kiss from the miss in the Calico Gown.
Haven
t much use for worldly goods
Robin Hood's for me; if my love's worth a nickel,
It's worth a Peso mine for the giving;hers for the "say so"A penny for a cart to take her out to dine;a scissor cuts a heart on a valentine;then a sky-blue bonnet with pink ribbons on itfor The Brown-
Skin Gal In The Calico Gown.
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