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One, Two, Three, Four
It's One Two Three Four —
Sometimes I wish there were more.
Ein Zwei Drei Vier
I love the one that's near.
Yet Mee San See
So says the heathen Chinee.
A girl's bereft — they will get left
One, two and three. One, two and three.
The mountain dew is distilled from grain
And mixed with water pure —
And the alcohol that it contains
Will all your troubles cure.
Will all your troubles cure (yes, cure)
Will all your troubles cure.
And the alcohol that it contains
Will all your troubles cure (yes, cure).
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