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A few weeks later in Blackpool and places where they sing, the following refrain held undisputed sway: With those eyes of vacant blue; Youll be very sorry, Florrie, If I marry you. Though Im easy-goin, Florrie, This I swear is true, Ill throw you down a quarry, Florrie, If I marry you. |
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