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Lover In All Shapes.

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To be like a fish,     Brisk and quick, is my wish;     If thou cam'st with thy line.     Thou wouldst soon make me thine.     To be like a fish,     Brisk and quick, is my wish.     Oh, were I a steed!     Thou wouldst love me indeed.     Oh, were I a car     Fit to bear thee afar!     Oh, were I a steed!     Thou wouldst love me indeed.     I would I were gold     That thy fingers might hold!     If thou boughtest aught then,     I'd return soon again.     I would I were gold     That thy fingers might hold!     I would I were true,     And my sweetheart still new!     To be faithful I'd swear,     And would go away ne'er.     I would I were true,     And my sweetheart still new!     I would I were old,     And wrinkled and cold,     So that if thou said'st No,     I could stand such a blow!     I would I were old,     And wrinkled and cold.     An ape I would be,     Full of mischievous glee;     If aught came to vex thee,     I'd plague and perplex thee.     An ape I would be,     Full of mischievous glee     As a lamb I'd behave,     As a lion be brave,     As a lynx clearly see,     As a fox cunning be.     As a lamb I'd behave,     As a lion be brave.     Whatever I were,     All on thee I'd confer;     With the gifts of a prince     My affection evince.     Whatever I were,     All on thee I'd confer.     As nought diff'rent can make me,     As I am thou must take me!     If I'm not good enough,     Thou must cut thine own stuff.     As nought diff'rent can make me,     As I am thou must take me!

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