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The little brunette girl threw her mat high
Song
1. A little brown girl threw her bedspread high, ; Her lover forgot his hat on it. ; Bring out my hat, my rose, so I can put it on my head, ; So that the sun doesn't shine brightly, oh, in my eyes. ; ; 2. If my pigeon goes to the fairy tale fair, ; He'll dress up in his button-up jacket. ; And I can't wait to go to meet him, ; He'll bring me a wedding ring, oh, in his jacket pocket.