| Aunt Prue Where have you been my little girl? Where have I been. Now dear Aunt Prue I'll never tell a soul but you. Will Bright in passing stopped to talk And then invited me to walk To walk! With him in broad day light. He must have had a modest tongue Boys never asked the girls to walk In broad day light when I was young Yes, Aunt, we strayed beyond the busy town And on a log we sat us down Sat down. Oh, Neice, I hope he sat On one end and you on tother Girls never sat on logs when I was young With any but a brother Yes, Aunt, at first we sat apart And watched the river gleam and dart But some how Will kept slipping down the seat Until at last our hands did meet. Your hands did meet, Oh my Oh, Mercy, what is this world acoming to One thing is sure no man every squeezed the hand Of your Aunt Prue. Yes, Aunt, our hands did meet And how it chanced I cannot say He kissed me there in open day He kissed you and you did not scream Then on his leaving you insist Then you're as bad as he, bold girl When I was young they never kissed Yes, Aunt, he kissed me and I did not scream Nor on his leaving I insist And Will has asked the right for life To kiss me as his own dear wife. His wife that caps the climax Of all the sins to heaven I carry I never, Never, NEVER when I was young Was asked to marry. |
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