I knows a little doner, I'm about to own 'er, She's a goin' to marry me. At fust she said she wouldn't, Then she said she couldn't, Then she whispered 'Well, I'll see.' Sez I, 'Be Mrs. 'Awkins, Mrs. 'En'ry 'Awkins, Or acrost the seas I'll roam; So 'elp me bob I'm crazy! Lizer, you're a daisy, Won't yer share my 'umble 'ome?' (Spoken or sung:) 'Won't yer?' Oh! Lizer! Sweet Lizer! If yer dies an old maid You'll 'ave just yourself to blame! D'y'ear, Lizer? Dear Lizer! 'Ow d'yer fancy 'Awkins For your other name?

I shan't forgit out meetin'; 'Garn,' was 'er greetin', 'Just yer mind wot you're about;' 'Er pretty 'ead she throws up, Then she turns 'er nose up, Sayin', 'Let me go, I'll shout!' 'I like your style,' sez Lizer; Thought as I'd surprise 'er, Cops 'er round the waist like this! Sez she, 'I must be dreamin'; Chuck it, I'll start screamin'.' 'If yer do,' sez I, 'I'll kiss.' (Spoken or sung:) ''Now then' Oh! Lizer! Sweet Lizer! If yer dies an old maid You'll 'ave just yourself to blame! D'y'ear, Lizer? Dear Lizer! 'Ow d'yer fancy 'Awkins For your other name?

She wears a artful bonnit, Feathers stuck upon it, Coverin' a fringe all curled; She's just about the sweetest, Prettiest and neatest Doner in the wide, wide world! And she'll be Mrs. 'Awkins, Mrs. 'Enry 'Awkins, Got 'er for to name the day; Settled it last Monday, So to church on Sunday Off we trots the donkey shay! (Spoken or sung:) 'Now then' Oh! Lizer! Sweet Lizer! If yer died an old maid You'd 'ave just yerself to blame. D'y'ear, Lizer? Dear Lizer! Mrs. 'En'ry 'Awkins is a fust class name!

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