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... song I do conclude, I want it strictly understood, Though fond of fun, I'm never rude, Though not too bad, I'm not too good. [chorus] Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ré [etc.] LOTTIE COLLINS b: 1866, England—d: 1 May 1910, London, England Only ten ...
boom boom tarará from books.google.com
... Boom - Boom - ta - ra - ra Boom - de - ay - Bang - rattle -BANG !!! No , the Château had not collapsed . The roof was still sheltering us . We were alive . Well-- " if the Château will stand this , " quoth I to myself , " it will stand ...
boom boom tarará from books.google.com
... Tarara boom deray ! And answer if he should consign you to - well , Tarara boom deray ! For it is so deucedly English , you know , That though it's bally rot , it is certain to go , And it's strange that our chappies to catch it are ...
boom boom tarará from books.google.com
... Ta - ra - ra- boom - de - ay . And when he comes to the finale I find myself insensibly repeating- Ta ra ra boom , Ta ra ra boom , Ta ra ra boo - oom de ay . Ta ra ra boom , Ta ra ra boom , Ta ra ra boo - oom de ay . Ta ra ra boom ...
boom boom tarará from books.google.com
... Tarara - boom - deay ! Tarara-boom-deay! Tarara-boom-deay! Tarara-boom-deay!” Upon this entered Mr. Peartree, like a.
boom boom tarará from books.google.com
... Tarara - boom - deay ! Tarara-boom-deay! Tarara-boom-deay! Tarara-boom-deay!” Upon this entered Mr. Peartree, like a.
boom boom tarará from books.google.com
... Tarara - boom - deay ! Tarara - boom - deay ! Tarara - boom - deay ! Tarara - boom - deay ! " Upon this entered Mr. Peartree , like a figure of retribution , and silence fell . " I'm afraid ... " he began . “ Mr. Benbow . " They ...
boom boom tarará from books.google.com
... Tarara-boom-deay! Tarara-boom-deay! Tarara-boom-deay! Tarara-boom-deay!” Upon this entered Mr. Peartree, like a figure of retribution, and silence fell. “I'm afraid...” he began. “Mr. Benbow.” They spoke together. A scared servant-girl ...
boom boom tarará from books.google.com
... Tarara-boom-deay! Tarara-boom-deay! Tarara-boom-deay! Tarara-boom-deay!” Upon this entered Mr. Peartree, like a figure of retribution, and silence fell. “I'm afraid...” he began. “Mr. Benbow.” They spoke together. A scared servant-girl ...