Mister Snow

His name is Mr Snow
And an upstanding man is he
He comes home every night
In his round-bottomed boat
With a netful of herrings from the sea
An almost perfect beau
As fine 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 first time he kissed me
The whiff of his clothes
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 favourite perfume
As nosey folks might know
And a fast talking man is he
and he said ''Miss Titheridge
I'd like it fine
If I could be wed with a wife.
And indeed Miss Titheridge
If you'll be mine.
I'll be yours for the rest of my life.''
Next moment we were promised
And now my life's in a maze
And all I can do
Is look forward to
That wonderful day of days
When I marry Mr Snow
The flowers will be buzzing
with the hum of bees
The birds will make a racket
In the church-yard trees
When I marry Mr Snow
Then it's off to home we'll go
The both of us will look a little
dreamy-eyed
We'll drive into a paddock by the ocean side
Where the salty breezes blow
He'll carry me across the threshold
And I'll be as meek as a lamb
And he'll set me in a seat
And I'll say kinda sweet
Well, Mr Snow, ''Here I am!''
Then I'll kiss him so he'll know
That everything will be as right
as right can be,
And living in a cottage by the sea with me
How I'll love that Mr Snow
That young sea-faring
Bold and daring
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