On Saturday night
Shall be all my care
To powder my locks
And curl my hair.
On Sunday morning
My love will come in.
When he will marry me
With a gold ring.
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On Saturday night Shall be all my care To powder my locks And curl my hair. On Sunday morning My love will come in. When he will marry me With a gold ring. | |||||||||||