THE
LAND OF KISSES.
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| Where
is the Land of Kisses, |
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| Can
you tell, tell, tell? |
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| Ah,
yes; I know its blisses |
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Very
well! |
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| ’Tis
not beneath the swinging |
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Of
the Jessamine, |
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| Where
gossip-birds sit singing |
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In
the vine! |
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Where is the Land of Kisses, |
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| Do
you know, know, know? |
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| Is
it such a land as this is? |
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No,
truly no! |
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| Nor
is it ’neath the Myrtle, |
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Where
each butterfly |
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| Can
brush your lady’s kirtle, |
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Flitting
by! |
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Where is the Land of Kisses, |
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| Can
you say, say, say? |
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| Yes;
there a red lip presses |
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Mine
ev’ry day! |
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| But
’tis not where the Pansies |
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Open
purple eyes, |
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| And
gossip all their fancies |
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To
the skies! [Page 111] |
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I know the Land of Kisses |
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| Passing
well, well, well; |
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| Who
seeks it often misses— |
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Let
me tell. |
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| Fly,
lover, like a swallow, |
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Where
your lady goes; |
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| You’ll
find it if you follow, |
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’Neath
the Rose. [Page 112] |
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