Julie, I been
Bustin' t' tell you
Somethin ' lately
You have?
Reason I didn't
Care to tell you
Before was
Well 'cause
You didn 't have
A feller
Of your own
Now y' got one
I can tell
Y' about mine
I'm glad you
Got a feller, Carrie
What's his name?
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 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
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 it can 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
A 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
Ocean-side
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
Kind-a sweet
''Well, Mister Snow,
Here I am!''
Then I'll kiss him
So he'll know
That ev'rythin'll
Be as right
As right can be
A-livin' in a
Cottage by the sea
With me
For I love that
Mister Snow
That young,
Seafarin',
Bold and darin'
Big, be-whiskered
Overbearin'
Darlin'
Mister Snow...!