“Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes,
Wedding day of Two-Shoes!
Barefoot lass but yesterday,
Lady Lovell is to-day!
Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes,
Lovely Lady Two-Shoes!”
| Who is this that rides so fast, With plumed hat and cheek of brown, With golden trappings on his horse, Gallant and gay from London town? He hears the bells, he strikes his spurs, The flecks of foam are on his rein, The dust of journey whitens him, He leans to see the bridal train! | |
| Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Lady Goody Two-Shoes! Tom it is, come home once more! Even now he’s at the door, Rich and grand as any king— Come to bless the wedding ring! |
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