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My cousin writes from Hyderapot My only chance to snatch, And says the climate is so hot, It’s sure to light a match.-- She’s married to a son of Mars, With very handsome pay, And swears I ought to thank my stars I’m going to Bombay!
My cousin writes from Hyderapot My only chance to snatch, And says the climate is so hot, It’s sure to light a match.-- She’s married to a son of Mars, With very handsome pay, And swears I ought to thank my stars I’m going to Bombay!