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His name is Mister Snow

And an upstanding 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 boat

That he can't seem to lose

the smell of fish!

The last time he kissed me

the whiff of his clothes

Knocked me flat on

the floor of the room

But now that I love him

my heart's in my nose

And fish is my favorite 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

For all it ken do is look forward to

That wonderful day of days

When I marry Mister Snow

The flowers'll be buzzin'

with the hum of bees

The birds'll make a racket

in the church yard trees

When I marry Mister Snow

Then it's off to home we'll go

And both of us'll look

little dreamy-eyed

A drivin' to a cottage

by the Oceanside

Where 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 know

That everythin'll be

as right as right ken be

A livin' in a cottage

by the sea with me

For I love that Mister Snow

That young, seafarin'

bold and darin'

Big, be-whiskered over-bearin

Darlin'

Mister Snow

- Carrie, I'm so happy for you.

- Yeah.

Come on. I don't wanna be late.

Carrie, this is where he meant us to wait.

- You sure?

- Yes.

- It's awful quiet here, Julie.

- Yes, it is.

Hardly anyone ever goes past here.

Do you think the stories

about him are true?

Probably.

Well...

What are you girls doing here?

You told us to wait for you.

I meant she was to wait. You can go home.

Why, Mr. Bigelow.

If you think either one of us

would stay here with you alo...

Oh, Mr. Bigelow, it's late.

If Julie stays, she'll lose her job.

Lose your job 'cause you stay out late?

Where do you work?

At Bascombe's Cotton Mill.

All Bascombe's girls

have to be respectable.

We all have to live

in the mill boarding house

and if we're late, they lock us out and

we can't go back to work there anymore.

Is that right? They bounce you

if you ain't home on time?

- That's right.

- It's late, Julie.

We ought to go.

Are you coming?

Should I go, Julie?

I can't tell you what to do, Carrie.

All right.

- Good-bye.

- Good-bye.

Good-bye, Julie.

Good-bye, Carrie.

Well, now we're both out of jobs.

- You had your supper?

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