时间：2018-03-03
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The Lass with the Delicate Air - Julie Andrews
Young Molly who lived at the foot of the hill
Who's fame every virgin with envy doth feel
Of beauty is blessed with and so ample a share
Then call her the lass with the delicate air
With the delicate air
Men call her the lass with the delicate air
By a murmuring brook on a green mossy bed
A chaplet come oozing the fair one was laid
Surprised and transported I could not forbear
With rapture to gaze on her delicate air
On her delicate air
With rapture to gaze on her delicate air
A thousand times over I repeated my suit
But still the tormentor affects to be mute
Then tell me he swains who have conquered the fair
How to win the dear lass with the delicate air
With the delicate air
How to win the dear lass with the delicate air
