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whack fol di daddio...
she found a fine young laddio,
and wishing on a falling star
fell head o'er heels...danced on the bar.....
heavy with child, she was, and he
stroked her belly....saw that she
had a bun, not his, in oven...
.he was kind, gentle with his lovin'....
he sang to her in sweet, clear voice...
'The First Time' often was her choice...
he drank his whisky from a jar....
told her of his fair land, afar,
where he'd left a woman, dear,
to bring his songs 'cross sea, to here,
where redwoods reach to touch the sun
as time spins tales and rivers run...
the two shared comfort in his bed,
his Ridgeback, Harvey, laid his head
upon their feet.....nights, sad and sweet..
they held each-other's dreams awhile...
she'll not forget his wistful smile
until her life is at an end.....
......her winter-into-summer friend.......
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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