Bring Back

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Bring Back

My brother lies over the ocean
My sister lies over the sea
My father lies over my mother
And that's how they got little me

Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bonny to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bonny to me

The captain he had a nice daughter
A fair maid as you all can see
She had trouble in passing water
And that's why they called on old me

Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bonny to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bonny to me

Old farmer Jones was a bastard
He acted tough with the men
But since his spastic operation
He's now a heck of a wren (?)

Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bonny to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my bonny to me

My one skin lies over my two skin
My two skin lies over my three
My three skin lies over my four skin
So pull bring back my four skin to me

Bing back, bring back
I stuck it as long as I could, I could
Bing back, bring back
For my bollocks are not made of wood

The corporal he is a real coward
He gives all his privates some stick
Last week in a bloody upheaval
He bit off the soldier's (yeeaaaah)

Bing back, bring back
I stuck it as long as I could, I could
Bing back, bring back
For my bollocks are not made of wood


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