O! Hernia! My hernia. `Twas here we parted dear A parting that for four long weeks Held me in sickness here. But three short hours I knew you, love Well I remember yet I left a tram in Collins street And suddenly, we met. No mortal could have parted us While reason held its sway They drugged me, Gentle Hernia And carried you away. And then I knew my Hernia Where ere what ere you are Our parting at Coonara Street Has left me with a scar. A scar that I shall bear thro life A memory of you. And Hernia! O Hernia, My bank-book has one too.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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