A Red, Red Nose
After Robert Burns, “A Red, Red Rose”
O my lover has a red, red nose
And she can’t sing a tune;
O my lover has a nasal squawk
Just like a lovelorn loon.
So bosomy you are my love,
So racked with lust am I,
That I will love you most, my dear,
When you revere my fly.
When you revere my fly, my dear,
My mind spins like a top
And I will love you more my love
When swiving you won’t stop.
O you did well, my red-nosed love!
But we must rest awhile!
And I will come again, my dear,
So my red nose will smile.
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