#359 - Naughty Clara
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Lyrics:
My head's in a whirl thro' a sweet little girl;
Her sweet little name is Clara,
There ne'er was a maid such a dear little jade,
There ne'er was a lady fairer.
But she's such a teaze, that I never can please,
And quite alarm'd I'm getting,
She never seems right from morning till night,
Unless she is coquetting.
chorus:
Oh! Naughty, Naughty, Clarа! how can you serve me so?
I'll go to Demerara, if you tell me to go!
I'll climb up all the mountains, I'll swim o'er all the seas.
If you will only love me dear, I'll do just what you please.
Her hair is as bright as the sweet sunlight,
Her cheek as fair as the dawning,
But to speak of love to my own little dove,
Is sure to set her yawning.
I swear by her eyes, I swear by the skies,
I swear by the stars аbove me,
But she does'nt care for the more I swear,
The more she does'nt love me.
Oh what can I do, where can I go to,
For this haughty, naughty fair one,
If I take her a rose she turns up her nose,
And says she ne'er could bear me.
And if we go out there's a bother about,
Her taking my arm when walking,
And in between whiles upon others she smiles,
And with them will be talking.
