Oh, when I was twenty-one!
When I was twenty-one!
I never had lots o' money,
but I always had lots of fun!
The words rollick. The little Scot prances and taps them out with his cane as he sings. Two plump, white knees twinkle below his kilt, and the Puckish smile of Sir Harry Lauder becomes as irresistible as the merry light in his grey eyes. Soon one more audience has succumbed to Scottish magic and is lilting the chorus joyously:
Oh, I was a har-r-rum sear-r-rum!
And my courtin' days begun
On...
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