| I’m so sad to think that I had to
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| Drive you from your home so coolly
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| I’d be gaining nothing by remaining
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| What would Missus Grundy say?
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| Her conventions, kindly recollect them!
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| We must please respect them duly
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| My intrusion needs explaining;
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| I felt my courage waning
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| Please, I beg don’t mention it!
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| I should not mind a bit
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| But it has started raining
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| Oh, the rain comes a pitter, patter
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| And I’d like to be safe in bed
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| Skies are weeping, while the world is sleeping
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| Trouble heaping on our head
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| It is vain to remain and chatter
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| And to wait for a clearer sky
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| Helter skelter, I must fly for shelter
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| Till the clouds roll by
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| What bad luck, It’s coming down in buckets;
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| Have you an umbrella handy?
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| I’ve a warm coat, waterproof, a storm coat
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| I shall be alright, I know
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| Later on, too, I will ward the grippe off
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| With a little nip of brandy
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| Or a glass of toddy draining
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| You’d find that more sustaining
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| Don’t be worried, I entreat
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| I’ve rubbers for my feet
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| So I don’t mind it raining
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| Repeat Refrain |