CarrieHis name is Mister Snow,And an up-standed man is he.He comes home every 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 boatThat he can't seem to lose the smell of fish.The first time he kissed me the whiff from his clothesKnocked me flat on the floor of the room.But now that I love him, my heart's in my noseAnd 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 for the rest of my life."Next moment we were promised,And now my mind's in a maze.Fer all it can do is look forward toThat wonderful day of days!Then it's off to home I'll go.And both of us'll be a little dreamy-eyedA living in a cottage by the OceansideWhere the salty breezes blow.He'll carry me 'cross the threshold,And I'll be as meek as a lamb.Then he'll set me on my feet, And I'll say kinda sweet"Well Mister Snow, here I am."Then I'll kiss him so he'll knowThat evry'thin'll be as right can beA living in a cottage by the sea with meFor I love that Mister Snow.That young sea-faring,Bold and daring,Big beawhiskered, overbearingDarling Mister Snow.
