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ONE OF THESE DAYS.
One of these days, one of these days,
I shall wear a bonnet and a train, tra-la!
One of these days, one of these days,
I shall have a handsome watch and chain, tra-la!
Times will be nicer in many, many ways,
Easier, merrier, one of these days.
I shall wear a bonnet and a train, tra-la!
One of these days, one of these days,
I shall have a handsome watch and chain, tra-la!
Times will be nicer in many, many ways,
Easier, merrier, one of these days.
One of these days, one of these days,
I can go to bed when I'm inclined, heigh-ho!
One of these days, one of these days,
I sha n't have my dresses hook behind, heigh-ho!
Times will be altered in many, many ways,
Doing as I wish to do, one of these days.
I can go to bed when I'm inclined, heigh-ho!
One of these days, one of these days,
I sha n't have my dresses hook behind, heigh-ho!
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Doing as I wish to do, one of these days.
One of these days, one of these days,
Lessons will have ceased for good and all, tra-la!
One of these days, one of these days
I shall be the beauty of the ball, tra-la!
Times will have brightened in many, many ways,
Life will be jollier, one of these days.
Lessons will have ceased for good and all, tra-la!
One of these days, one of these days
I shall be the beauty of the ball, tra-la!
Times will have brightened in many, many ways,
Life will be jollier, one of these days.
One of these days, one of these days,
I shall be a lady like mamma, heigh-ho!
One of these days, one of these days,
I shall have a lover like papa, heigh-ho!
Times will be pleasant in many, many ways,
Living as I want to live, one of these days.
I shall be a lady like mamma, heigh-ho!
One of these days, one of these days,
I shall have a lover like papa, heigh-ho!
Times will be pleasant in many, many ways,
Living as I want to live, one of these days.
One of these days, one of these days,
Often do I dream of it in dreams, dear me!
One of these days, one of these days,
What a distant period it seems, dear me!
Time is very tardy in the working of his ways;
How I wish he 'd hurry up “one of these days!”
Often do I dream of it in dreams, dear me!
One of these days, one of these days,
What a distant period it seems, dear me!
Time is very tardy in the working of his ways;
How I wish he 'd hurry up “one of these days!”
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