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savage warriors, Evil deception's abroad at night. Alack, alack now, bloody brothers! Alack, alack now, bloody vale! Both fighters are felled, Each by
Today our dear friend Chicken soup This very ordinary day Boiled up a pot of Chicken soup And swallowed it away A-lack! A-day! O-woe! Oy-vey!
finds out, alack That her lover will leave her And never come back She's refused him just once too often Then that maiden will sit there and sigh
Pat, pat, pat. Alright, the final track. But before I go… alack alack. A few weeks ago I said “optimism always wins. It has to.” You know, I believe
Halt? O do you so? Alack the while what are You down? pretty maid Well overtaken what now? what faint you Of your sweet, of your sweet feet forsaken
scarcely turned her back, When the thumbs were in , alack! alack! The door burst open and in he ran, That great long legged scissor man. Snip snip
At such a cost This lonely man's love was lost He had to go And dwell on the land down below He's yearning for the past But alack! Alas! The past just never
your destination, but alas and alack! You need some compensation to get back in the black You take your morning paper from the top of the stack
simpered for weeks While she spent her time the with the circuses freaks The tears were like hailstones that rolled down my cheeks Alas and alack
won't be distressful Cause I don't care A girl should know her etiquette Alas, alack Propriety demands we walk a narrow track When fellas used
robes of white To ride into Glasgow town And as she rode into Glasgow town The city for to see The bailiff's wife and the provost's wife Cried Alack
cars and furs, But alas, alack, Like a stab in the back, She found out they were not hers! And her tears flowed like wine, Yes her tears flowed
your destination, but alas and alack! You need some compensation to get back in the black You take your morning paper from the top of the stack
rings, cars, and furs But alas, alack Like a stab in the back She found out they were not hers [Chorus] He got mixed up with a Maisie He got
cars and furs, But alas, alack, Like a stab in the back, She found out they were not hers! And her tears flowed like wine, Yes her tears flowed
your destination, but alas and alack! You need some compensation to get back in the black You take a mornin' paper from the top of the stack And read
cars and furs, But alas, alack, Like a stab in the back, She found out they were not hers! And her tears flowed like wine, Yes her tears flowed
your destination, but alas and alack! You need some compensation to get back in the black You take a mornin' paper from the top of the stack And read
rings, cars, and furs But alas, alack Like a stab in the back She found out they were not hers [Chorus] He got mixed up with a Maisie He got
won't be distressful Cause I don't care A girl should know her etiquette Alas, alack Propriety demands we walk a narrow track When fellas used
your destination, but alas and alack! You need some compensation to get back in the black You take your morning paper from the top of the stack
on the low, man fuck these hoes! It crack alack, peel it back Whatcha call that mack who crack a bad bitch like that? A cracker jack! I'm like a florist,
robes of white To ride into Glasgow town And as she rode into Glasgow town The city for to see The bailiff's wife and the provost's wife Cried Alack
alas, alack And then a great big engine came a whistling down the track They asked if it would kindly pull them up the mountain side But with a high
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