Barbara]
Julie, I've been busted to tell you something lately...
[Shirley]
You have?!
[Barbara]
The reason I didn't care to tell you before is 'cause
you didn't have a fella of your own. Hmm hmm...
But now that you got one, I can tell you about mine!
[Shirley]
I'm glad you gotta fella, Carrie!
[Barbara]
His name is Mister Snow,
And an upstandin' man is he.
He comes home ev'ry night in his round-bottomed boat,
With a net full of herring from the sea.
An almost perfect beau,
As refined as a girl could wish.
But he spends so much time in his round-bottomed boat
That he can't seem to lose the smell of fish.
The fust time he kissed me, the whiff from his clo'es
Knocked me flat on the floor of the room;
But now that I love him, my heart's in my nose,
And fish is my fav'rite perfume.
Last night he spoke quite low,
And a fair-spoken man is he,
And he said, "Miss Pipperidge, I'd like it fine
If I could be wed with a wife.
And, indeed, Miss Pipperidge, if you'll be mine,
I'll be yours fer the rest of my life."
Next moment we were promised
And now my mind's in a maze,
Fer all I ken do is look forward to
That wonderful day of days...
When I marry Mister Snow,
The flowers'll be buzzin' with the hum of bees,
The birds'll make racket in the churchyard trees,
When I marry Mister Snow.
Then it's off to home we'll go.
And both of us'll look a little dreamy-eyed,
A drivin' to a cottage by the oceanside
Where the salty breezes blow.
He'll carry me 'cross the threshold,
And I'll be as meek as a lamb.
Then he'll set me on my feet,
And I'll say kinda sweet:
"Well, Mister Snow, here I am!"
Then I'll kiss him so he'll know
That evry'thin'll be as right as right ken be,
A-livin' in a cottage by the sea with me,
For I love that Mister Snow.
That young seafarin',
Bold and darin',
Big bewhiskered, overbearin'
Darling, Mister Snow!
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