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 111—BREAKFAST IN BED ON SUNDAY MORNING

Beautiful Sunday! I wish it would never come Monday! For I lie between the sheets my bed—adorning O, it's very nice! yes, it's very, very nice To get yer breakfast in yer bed on Sunday morning.

O! it's nice to get up in the mornin' When the sun begins to shine, At four or five or six o'clock in the good old summer-time; When the snow is snowin', And it's murky over-head, O! it's nice to get up in the mornin' But it's nicer to lie in bed.

Kind, kind and gentle is she, Kind is my Mary, The tender blossom on the tree, Cannot compare wi' Mary, Her brow is fair as winter's snow, Her cheek's wi' modest roses blow, And dove-like glances sweetly flow, Frae oot the e'en o' Mary, Sae kind, kind and gentle is she, Kind is my Mary, The tender blossom on the tree, Cannot compare wi' Mary.

See yon proud and haughty lass, Her head wi' pride and folly toss'd Ne'er look on her, but let her pass, Be sure it is not Mary, Sae kind, kind and gentle is she, Kind is my Mary, The tender blossom on the tree, Cannot compare wi' Mary.

But see ye one o' modest air, Be deck'd wi' beauty saft and rare, That mak's your heart feel sweetly sair, O weel ye ken my Mary Sae kind, kind and gentle is she, Kind is my Mary, The tender blossom on the tree, Cannot compare wi' Mary.

The Campbells ar' comin,' O ho, O ho! The Campbells ar' comin', O ho, O ho! The Campbells are comin', to bonnie Loch-le-ven, The Campbells are comin', O ho, O ho!

I love to be a sailor, a sailor, a sailor, I love to sail upon the ocean blue, yes, I do-oo-oo! I love to be a sailor, a sailor, a sailor, Sailing on the good ship Kangaroo.