Fiona
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Many a lassie as ev'ryone knows'll
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Try to be married before twenty-five.
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So she'll agree to most any proposal.
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All he mus' be is a man, an' alive.
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I hold a dream an' there's no compromisin'
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I know there's one certain laddie for me.
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One day he'll come walkin' o'er the horizon:
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But should he not, then an old maid I'll be.
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Foolish, ye may say.
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Foolish I will stay.
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Waitin' for my dearie, an' happy am I
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to hold my heart till he comes strollin' by.
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When he comes, my dearie, one look an' I'll know
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That he's the dearie I've been wantin' so.
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Though I'll live forty lives till the day he arrives,
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I'll not ever, ever grieve.
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For my hopes will be high that he'll come strollin' by;
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For ye see, I believe
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That there's a laddie weary, and wanderin' free,
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Who's waitin' for his dearie:
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Me!
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1st Girl
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What do ye do while ye're waitin' around
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For your lad to come your way?
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Fiona
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Well, when no one is lookin', ye kneel on the ground,
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An' ye pray an' pray an' pray!
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2nd girl
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But when lassies sit an' have no men,
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Oh, how long becomes the night.
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Fiona
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But I fear the night is longer when the lad's no' right.
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Waitin' for my dearie is sweeter to me
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Than wooin' any laddie on the lea.
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Girls
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Dreamin' of your dearie, an' idlin' the day
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Fiona
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That's how I am an' how I'll ever stay.
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Though I'll live forty lives till the day he arrives,
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I'll not ever, ever grieve.
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For my hopes will be high that he'll come strollin' by;
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For ye see, I believe
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Fiona and Girls
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That there's a laddie weary, an' wanderin' free,
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who's waitin' for his dearie:
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Fiona
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Me!
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Waitin' For My Dearie
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| Alan Jay Lerner |
