I Know My Love By
Her Way Of Walking
By JP McMenamin
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鈥淭ell me fair maiden
Why you walk like you do,
And what鈥檚 the strange noise,
Coming out of your shoe?鈥
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鈥淵our beauty is pure
Like the rose in the dew.
Yet a strange, heavy odour,
Comes out of your shoe.鈥
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鈥淜ind Sir鈥 said the maiden
With a blush on her cheek
I know well the fragrance
Of which you do speak.鈥
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鈥淭is a cure, gentle Sir鈥
Said the maiden so sweet.
鈥淕erry told me a cure,
To take smells from my feet.鈥
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鈥淭ell me fair maiden,
As fair as the rose,
What magic potion
Is healing your toes?鈥
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鈥淭he aroma is heavy
It brings tears to my eyes,
And behind you fair maiden,
Comes a swarm of black flies.鈥
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鈥淐ow dung鈥 said the maiden
Gathered in dew
Mixed up with dock leaves,
I wear in my shoe.鈥
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鈥淭his potion I wear
For a week and a day,
Then my naughty foot odour,
Will all go away.鈥
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鈥淐ow dung?鈥 said the young man,
鈥淎re thou out of your head?
I thought pretty maiden,
That your feet might be dead.鈥
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鈥淒on鈥檛 listen to Gerry,
He might have been on the booze,
And told you for a joke
To put dung in your shoes.鈥
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鈥淜ind Sir鈥 said the maiden,
With a squelch round her toes,
鈥淚 know that the cure
Can be sore on the nose.鈥
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鈥淚 love you kind Sir
With all of my heart
But don鈥檛 rubbish Gerry,
Or I fear we must part.鈥
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鈥淢y father, dear Sir
Had a dog, acting lewd,
Gerry cured the young canine,
Thanks to Jeyes Fluid.鈥
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鈥淎nd my brother, dear Sir
Was as mad as a bat
Gerry said, 鈥楨at the droppings,
That come from a cat.鈥欌
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The young man stood there,
With a tear in his eye,
He knew the fair maiden,
Was a peach short of a pie.
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He could not love a maiden
Who followed the Moos,
Collecting cow dung,
To put in her shoes.
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