NO-BODY to hurry me;
NO-BODY to worry me;
Sweet freedom to stay or roam;
No sweetheart, me alone.

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NO-BODY to make me blue;
NO-BODY to be untrue;
Sweet freedom to come and go;
No "Honey", no "told you so".

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You might ask, "Was there a dame?"
Oh my, yes; "Quite a flame."
It was a flight so grand,
Till I asked for her hand.

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You might ask, "So, where's the dame?"
Oh my friend; "It's quite a shame."
I planned to hear "I do",
But instead: "Toodle-oo!".

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NO-BODY to come home to;
NO-BODY to help me through;
Sweet freedom's delivered me:
And now I answer to NO-BODY--
NO-BODY but lonely me.