text copyright Dr. N. Sreedharan       

coda Rosy apple, lemon or pear, Bunch of roses she shall wear;// Gold and silver by her side, I know who will be the bride.// Take her by her lily-white hand, Lead her to the altar; //Give her kisses, one, two, three, Mother's runaway daughter.

You are not listening to my talk.

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