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Old Grandpaw Yet
Old Grandpaw Yet,
Not a soul can he get,
And he's tired of living here alone, here alone,
And he's tired of living here alone.
Some of you young girls,
Take pity on his case,
And make him a wife of his own, of his own,
And make him a wife of his own.
You can rise to your feet
And kiss the first you meet,
For there's plenty all around the chair, chair, chair
There's plenty all around the chair.
Old Grandma Yet,
Not a soul can she get,
And she's tired of living here alone, here alone,
And she's tired of living here alone.
Some you young men,
Take pity on here case,
And make her a husband of her own, of her own,
And make here a husband of her own.
You can rise to your feet
And kiss the first you meet,
For there's plenty all around the chair, chair, chair,
There's plenty all around the chair
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