Guy Mitchell - My truly, truly fair
Tekst en muziek: Bob Merrill
(1951)








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 till 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









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