Mister Snow - Rodgers and Hammerstein

The reason I didn’t care to tell you before is 'cause

You didn’t have a fella of your own.

Hmm hmm…

But now that you got one, I can tell you about mine!

I’m glad you gotta fella, Carrie!

His name is Mister Snow,

And an upstandin' man is he.

He comes home ev’ry night in his round-bottomed boat,

With a net full of herring from the sea.

An almost perfect beau,

As refined as a girl could wish.

But he spends so much time in his round-bottomed boat

That he can’t seem to lose the smell of fish.

The fust time he kissed me, the whiff from his clo’es

Knocked me flat on the floor of the room;

But now that I love him, my heart’s in my nose,

And fish is my fav’rite perfume.

Last night he spoke quite low,

And a fair-spoken man is he,

And he said, «Miss Pipperidge, I’d like it fine

If I could be wed with a wife.

And, indeed, Miss Pipperidge, if you’ll be mine,

I’ll be yours fer the rest of my life.»