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Chorus:
Fly around, my pretty little miss
Fly around, my Daisy,
Fly around, my pretty little miss
You almost drive me crazy.
The higher up the cherry tree
The sweeter grow the cherries,
The more you hug and kiss the girls
The sooner they will marry.
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Coffee grows on white oak trees,
The river flows with brandy,
If I had my pretty little miss,
I'd feed her sugar candy.
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Going to get some weevily wheat,
I'm going to get some barley,
Going to get some weevily wheat,
And bake a cake for Charley.
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