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9 And wherever a new beam of beauty can strike,

It will tincture love's plume with a different hue.

Then, oh! what pleasure, where’er we rove,

To be doom'd to find something still that is dear,

And to know, when far from the lips we love,

We have to make love to the lips we are near,

Sweet Kitty Clover

O, sweet Kitty Clover, she bothers me so,

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Oh, sweet Kitty Clover, she bothers me so,

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Her cheeks are round, and red, and fat,

Like a pulpit cushion, and redder than that.

Oh, sweet Kitty Clover, she bothers me so,

Oh, oh, oh, oh !

Sweet Kitty in person is rather low,

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Sweet Kitty in person is rather low,

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

She's three feet high, and that I prize;

She‘s just a fit wife for a man of my size.

Oh, sweet Kitty Clover, she bothers me so,

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Where Kitty resides I’m sure to go,

Oh, oh, oh. oh!

Where Kitty resides I’m sure to go,

Oh, oh, oh, oh!