Lillicoy, Oh My Joy

Lillicoy, oh my joy,
Lillicoy, oh my joy,
Lillicoy, oh my joy,
Guava my darlin'.

Went down to find my love
In the garden,
Went down to find my love
In the garden.

Papaya, oolala,
Papaya, oolala,
Papaya, oolala,
Guava my darlin'

Underneath the banyan tree,
Underneath the banyan tree,
Underneath the banyan tree,
There he slept so peacefully.

Banana, nanana,
Banana, nanana,
Banana, nanana,
Guava my darlin'

It twas in the mornin' mist,
It twas in the mornin' mist,
It twas in the mornin' mist,
That we first began to kiss.

Prickly pear, do I dare,
Prickly pear, do I dare,
Prickly pear, do I dare,
Guava my darlin'

Do ya, do ya, love me true?
Do ya, do ya, love me true?
Do ya, do ya, love me true?
Oh yes, my darlin',
Oh yes, my darlin'.








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