[Galahad]
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Come, sit thee near,
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Place thyself upon my knee.
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Make an end of thy fear,
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For I love but thee in Camelot.
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[Evelyn]
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Oh, no not here,
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Where observed by all we'll be.
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Should thy father appear,
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He would surely scold and damn a lot.
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[Galahad]
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Care not a jot.
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Harken to my plot:
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Soon we'll retreat to a sweet spot!
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Oh, for a year
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On a desert island with thee,
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Out in the sheer middle of the sea.
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We'll sing tra-la;
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Wouldn't we be happy and gay,
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With thy mama many miles away?
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In the morning air,
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Murmur a blessing;
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First we'll eat,
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Then we will dress.
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If it's fair,
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We'll be caressing,
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If it rains,
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We'll caress!
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Who knows next year
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What the population will be
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Out in the middle of the sea?
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Patter
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[Evelyn]
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I'll pack each little thing for thee.
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What ten books shall I bring for thee?
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We'll need some books to read.
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[Galahad]
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Thou needst not bring ten books along.
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If thou wilt bring thy looks along,
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'Twill be enough for me.
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If the heat begins to swelter,
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We won't have to fear the sun.
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We will lie beneath a shelter
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Only big enough for one. -
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Let the prudish people quarrel-
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We'll forget them for the nonce.
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If they think our love immoral,
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"Honi soit qui mal y pense."
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I'll dress the way that Adam did.
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[Evelyn]
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And I the way his madam did.
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[Galahad]
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I'll see enough of thee!
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On A Desert Island With Thee
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| Ray Charles |
