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4-Bar Intro

Verse 1

ON THE SUM-MER SHORE, WHERE THE BREAK-ERS ROAR,
LOV-ERS SAT ON THE GLIST-NING SAND.
AND THEY TALKED OF LOVE, WHILE THE MOON A-BOVE,
AND THE STARS SEEMED TO UN-DER-STAND.
THEN SHE GREW MORE COLD, AND HE GREW MORE BOLD,
TILL SHE THO'T THAT THEY HAD BET-TER GO.
BUT AL-THO' HE HEARD, HE NOT E-VEN STIRRED,
ON-LY MUR-MURED IN TONES SOFT AND LOW.

Verse 2

THEN SHE DEIGNED TO REST ON HIS MAN-LY CHEST,
HER DEAR HEAD WITH ITS FLOW-ING CURLS,
AND SHE SAID, "I'D STAY, ON THIS LAP FOR AYE,
HOW I EN-VY THE CAP-LAND GIRLS.
FOR MISS ES-QUI-MAXX, 'MID THE ICE AND SNOW,
HAS NO STEAM HEAT WHEN HE COMES TO CALL.
NOT A SIN-GLE GLIM, SO IT'S UP TO HIM,
TO WHIS-PER IN SUM-MER OR FALL

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