Good buoy,
Good buoy,
How do you do,
Came one, said it and went away,
As the good buoy, the shopkeeper was not
For a while,
Again came another fellow saying,
Good buoy,
Good buoy,
Where had you been,
Said he, I was here, good buoy
And he went away
With a cigar
Smoking,
After that made an entry,
The drunkard
Saying good buoy.
The small shopkeeper somewhat sweets
And assorted articles,
Stationery and food grains
A little bit,
Entertaining with good buoy,
Sowing Englishness
And the young customers,
Smokers and drinkers
They too responding with
Good boy not,
But good buoy
And sometimes it turning good byes,
Oh, it was a big entertainment
To see the rowdies and loafers
And drunkards
And college students,
Boarders and hostellers
And senior secondary students!
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