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 24 He said, you're a lovely gal, dat's plain, U-li-a-li, o-la-e, Breff as sweet as sugar cane, U-li-a-li, o-la-e; Feet so large, and comely too, Might make a cradle of each shoe; O Rosa, take me for your bean, She said, No don't be foolish, Joe. My story yet is to be told, U-li-a-li, 0-la-e: Rosa caught a shocking cold, U-li-a-li, o-la-e, Send for the doctor and the nurse: Doctor came and made her worse; I tried to make her laugh: ah! no: She whispered "Don't be foolish, Joe.” Dey give her up; no power could save, U-li-a-li, o-la-e; She ask me follow her to the grave, U-li-a-li, o-la-c I take her hand ; 'twas cold as death, So cold I hardly drew my breath; t She saw my tears in sorrow flow, And said "No don't be foolish Joe."