Guy Mitchell and Mitch Miller - My Truly Truly Fair

(Oh, ho)

(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
(There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her)
(Flowers for her golden hair)

My truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair

(Oh, ho)

Some men plow the open plains
Some men sail the brine
But I'm in love with a pretty little maid
For work I have no time

She's my truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair

(Oh, ho)

Once I sailed from Boston Bay
Bound for Singapore
But one day out and I missed her so
I swam right back to shore

Back to my truly fair, truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair

(Oh, ho)

I love she and she loves me
Pardon if I boast
At times we fight all the live-long night
'Bout who loves who the most

My truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair

(Oh, ho)

Soon I'm gonna marry her
Love her 'til I die
There ain't no livin' on love alone
But still I'm gonna try

(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair (for her golden hair)

How I love my truly fair (loves his truly fair)
Wow! How I love my truly fair (how he loves his truly fair)

Written by:
Bob Merrill

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