Mister Snow

Julie, Julie, do you like him?
 I don't know
 Did you like it when he talked to you that way?
 When he pulled you on the carousel today
 Did you like that?
 I'd rather not say
 You're a queer one, Julie Jordan
 You are quieter and deeper than a well
 And you never tell me nothin'
 There's nothing that I care to choose to tell
 You've been acting most peculiar
 Every morning you're awake ahead of me
 Always sittin' by the window
 I like to watch the river meet the sea
 When we work in the mill, weavin' at the loom
 You gaze absentminded at the roof
 And half the time your shuttle gets twisted in the threads
 Till you can't tell the warp from the woof
 T'aint so
 You're a queer one, Julie Jordan
 You won't ever tell a body what you think
 You're as tight lipped as a oyster
 And as silent as a old Sahara spink
 Sphinx
 Huh?
 Sphinx
 Uh-uh
 Spink-uh, you spell it with an x
 That's only when there's more than one
 Oh
 Julie, I have been bustin' to tell you something lately
 You have?
 Well I, the reason I didn't care to tell you before 'cause you didn't have a fella of your own
 No you got one, I can tell you about mine!
 Carrie, what's his name?
 His name is Mister Snow
 And an up-standing man is he
 He comes home every night in his round-bottomed boat
 With a net full of herring from the sea
 An almost perfect beau
 As refined as a girl could wish
 But he spends so much time in his round-bottomed boat
 That he can't seem to lose the smell of fish
 The first time he kissed me the whiff from his clothes
 Knocked me flat on the floor of the room
 But now that I love him, my heart's in my nose
 And fish is my favorite perfume!
 Last night he spoke quite low
 And a fair-spoken man is he
 And he said "Miss Pipperidge, I'd like it fine
 If I could be wed with a wife
 And indeed, Miss Pipperidge, if you'll be mine
 I'll be yours for the rest of my life."
 Next moment we were promised
 And now my mind's in a maze
 For all it can do is look forward to
 That wonderful day of days
 
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 When I marry Mister Snow
 The flowers'll be buzzin' with the hum of bees
 The birds'll make racket in the church yard trees
 When I marry Mister Snow
 Then it's off to home we'll go
 And both of us'll look a little dreamy-eyed
 A driving to a cottage by the oceanside
 Where the salty breezes blow
 He'll carry me 'cross the threshold
 And I'll be as meek as a lamb
 Then he'll set me on my feet
 And I'll say kinda sweet
 "Well, Mister Snow, here I am."
 Then I'll kiss him so he'll know
 That evry'thin'll be as right as right can be
 A living in a cottage by the sea with me
 For I love that Mister Snow
 That young sea-faring
 Bold and daring
 Big bewhiskered, overbearing
 Darling Mister Snow