A few weeks later in Blackpool and places where they sing, the following refrain held undisputed sway:

How you bore me, Florrie,
With those eyes of vacant blue;
You’ll be very sorry, Florrie,
If I marry you.
Though I’m easy-goin’, Florrie,
This I swear is true,
I’ll throw you down a quarry, Florrie,
If I marry you.

  By PanEris using Melati.

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