Al Hirt

Row, Row, Row
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boatAnd all the girlies he would take for a float.He had girlies on the shore,Sweet little peaches by the score-But master Johnny was a wis'un, you know,His steady girl was FloAnd every Sunday afternoonShe'd jump in his boatAnd they would spoonAnd then he'd row, row, rowWay up the river he would row, row, rowA hug he'd give herThen he'd kiss her now and thenShe would tell him when,They'd fool around and fool aroundAnd then they'd kiss again.And then he'd row, row, rowA little further he would go, oh, oh, oh,Then he'd drop both his oarsTake a few more encores,And then he'd row, row, row.Letras de cancionesAnd then he'd row, row, rowWay up the river he would row, row, rowA hug he'd give herThen he'd kiss her now and thenShe would tell him when,They'd fool around and fool aroundAnd then they'd kiss again.And then he'd row, row, rowA little further he would go, oh, oh, oh,Then we'll drop both our oarsTake a round of applause,And then we'll go, go, go.
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"Row, Row, Row" as written by J. Monaco W. Jerome
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