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[Chorus]
(Oh, my liberty Belle, my pretty little belle)
(You kissed me once and you knew darned well)
(Oh, you knew darned well, my liberty belle)
(I'd love nobody but you)

There's pretty girls in Singapore and the Philippines
All along Killarney shore, oh, the fair colleens

Chicka-boom, chicka-rack
Chicka-boom, chicka-rack
Chicka-boom, chicka-rack, she's singin'
Her shoes paddy-wack in front and the back
And her yellow curls go swingin'
Bells just rang, Bo-o-o-ing
My eyes lit up and my heart went bang
Her shoes paddy-wack in the front and the back

Mister Christopher Columbus
Sailed the sea without a compass
When his men began a rumpus
Up spoke, Christopher Columbus

There is land somewhere
Until we get there
We will not go wrong

Heart aches by the number
Troubles by the score
Everyday you love me less
Each day I love you more
Yes, I've got heartaches by the number
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end

CHORUS
Heartaches by the number, troubles by the score
Everyday you love me less, each day I love you more
Yes, I've got heartaches by the number, a love that I can't win
But the day that I stop countin', that's the day my world will end

Heartache number one was when you left me
I never knew that I could hurt this way

Heartaches by the number
Troubles by the score
Everyday you love me less
Each day I love you more
Yes, I've got heartaches by the number
A love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting
That's the day my world will end

Put another nickel in
In the nickelodeon
All I want is loving you
And music, music, music

Oh I'd do anything for you
Anything you'd want me to
All I want is kissing you

(Oh, ho!!)
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
(There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her)
(Flowers for her golden hair)

CHORUS
My, truly, truly fair

Now today I'm thinkin' 'bout the ninth of June
I found my friend and my baby at the Golden Spoon
He jumped off the stool and come at me with a knife
Said "We both can't have her, so fight for your life"

Ninety nine years in the penitentiary
Ninety nine years, baby, baby, wait for me
Ninety nine years, around twenty fifty five

Rockabilly, rockabilly, rockabilly, rock
Rockabilly, rockabilly, rock, rock, rock
Rockabilly, rockabilly, rockabilly, rock
Rockabilly, rockabilly, rock, rock

Some people think it came from Tennessee
Then spread on out to the lone prairie
It's the hillbilly rock, feeddlee dee

She had a dark and a-rovin' eye, uh, eye
And her hair hung down in ring-a-lets
She was a nice girl, a proper girl
But one of the rovin' kind

As I cruised out one evenin' upon a night's career
I spied a lofty clipper ship and to her I did steer
I heisted out my signals which she so quickly knew

(She had a dark and a-rovin' eye-uh-eye and her hair hung down in ring-a-lets)
(She was a nice girl, a proper girl but one of the rovin' kind)


As I cruised out one eve-e-ning upon a night's career
I spied a lofty clipper ship and to her I did steer
I heisted out my sig-a-nals which she so quickly knew
And when she saw my bunting fly she imme-diately hove to-woo-woo

(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea
A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes
And love in her heart for me

I work in a London bank, respectable position
From nine to three they serve you tea

Oh, we ain't got a barrel of money,
Maybe we're ragged and funny
But we'll travel along
Singing a song
Side by side.

Don't know what's comin' tomorrow
Maybe it's trouble and sorrow

(She had a dark and a-rovin' eye-uh-eye and her hair hung down in ring-a-lets)
(She was a nice girl, a proper girl but one of the rovin' kind)

As I cruised out one eve-e-ning upon a night's career
I spied a lofty clipper ship and to her I did steer
I heisted out my sig-a-nals which she so quickly knew
And when she saw my bunting fly she imme-diately hove to-woo-woo