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Amsterdam (after Robert Burns)

 

Based on "My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose" by Robert Burns
 
Oi, my nose and eyes are red like those long stemmed roses
That we saw tossed in the bin.
O, my sun-burnt love is like that man who set himself on fire
In Amsterdam, the city of sin.
 
As fair-priced are you, my lovely lass,
As the girls in those windows
You'd come cheap at twice the price
And everybody in Vondelpark knows
 
Till all the tills are ringing my Dear,
I hear the bells, the bells
My sister is getting married
And moving to Tunbridge Wells
 
And fare you well, my Love,
And fare you well back to the Emerald Isle!
And I will go again, my Love,
Although it were a just mistrial!

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