This is the song,
Sung so long,
Sung to critique wrong,
Sung so long
Sung by the elderly.
Marry soon oh my son,
That we share the sun,
With my own grandson,
That I may see your wife,
As I approach the end of my life,
And I watch them with no strife.
Marry soon my son,
And convince me you are straight,
To be sure my line has the real trait,
That my spirit may rest in peace,
Assured my line is a great piece.
Marry soon my son,
A wife of good features,
Who will bear great creatures,
Smart in looks and books,
Needle sharp in brain,
Marry soon my son.
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