| Curly: When I take you out tonight with me
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| Honey, here’s the way it’s goin' to be
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| You will set behind a team of snow-white horses
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| In the slickest gig you ever see!
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| Aunt Eller: (spoken) Lands!
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| Curly: Chicks and ducks and geese beter scurry
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| When I take you out in the surrey
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| When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top!
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| Watch thet fringe and see how it flutters
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| When I drive them high-steppin' strutters
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| Nosey pokes’ll peek through their shutters and their eyes will pop!
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| The wheels are yeller,
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| The upholstery’s brown, the dashboard’s genuine leather
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| WIth i sin-glass curtains y’can roll right
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| Down, in case there’s a change in the weather
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| Two bright side lights winkin' and blinkin'
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| Ain’t no finer rig, I’m a thinkin'
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| You c’n keep yer rig if you’re thinkin' 'at keer to swop
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| Fer that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top!
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| Aunt Eller: Would y' say the fringe was made of silk?
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| Curly: Wouldn’t have no other kind but silk
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| Laurey: Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?
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| Curly: One’s like snow, the other’s more like milk
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| All the world’ll fly in a flurry
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| When I take yout out in the surrey
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| When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top!
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| When we hit that road, hell fer leather
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| Cats and dogs’ll dance in the heather
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| Birds and frogs’ll sing all together and the toads will hop!
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| The wind’ll whistle as we rattle along
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| The cows’ll moo in the clover
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| The river will ripple out a whispered song
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| And whisper it over and over
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| Don’y you wisht y’d go on ferever?
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| Don’t you whisht y’d go on ferever?
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| Don"t you wisht y’d go on ferever and ud never stop
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| In that shiny litle surrey with fringe on the top
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| Aunt Eller:
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| (spoken) Y’d shore feel like a queen settin' up in that carriage.
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| Curly: (spoken) On’y she talked so mean to me a while
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| Back, Aunt Eller, that I’m in good mind not to take her!
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| Laurey: (spoken) Ain’t said I was going!
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| Curly: (spoken) I ain’t ast you!
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| Laurey: (spoken) Where’d you get such a rig at?
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| (Laughs) I bet he went and hired a rig
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| Over to Claremore! | 
| Thinking I’d go with him!
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| Curly: 'S all you know about it.
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| Laurey: Spent all his money h’arin' a
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| Rig, and now ain’t got nobody to ride in it!
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| Curly: Have too… Did not h’ar it.
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| Made the whole thing up outa my head.
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| Laurey: What? | 
| Made it up?
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| Curly: Dashboard and all.
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| Laurey: Oh! | 
| Git offa the place you! | 
| Aunt Eller,
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| Make him git hissef outa here! | 
| Tellin' me lies!
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| Curly: Makin' up a few'-- look out now!
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| Makin' up a few purties ain’t agin no law 'at I know of.
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| Don’t you wish they WAS such a rig, though.
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| Nen y’could go to the play party and dance a hoe-down till mornin' if
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| You was mind to… Nen when you was all wore out,
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| I’d lift you onto the surrey,
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| And jump up alongside of you- and we’d jist
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| Point the horses home… I can picture the whole thing
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| Curly: (sings) I can see the stars gittin' blurry
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| When we ride back home in the surrey
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| Ridin' slowly home in the surrey with the fringe on top
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| I can feel the day gittin' older,
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| Feel a sleepy head near my shoulder,
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| Noddin', Droppin', close to my shoulder till it falls, kerplop!
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| The sun is swimmin' on the rim of a hill
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| The moon is takin' a header
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| And jist as I’m thinkin' all the earth is still
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| A lark’ll wake up in the medder…
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| Hush! | 
| You bird, my baby’s a-sleepin'
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| Maybe got a dream worth a-keepin'
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| Whoa! | 
| You team, and jist keep a creepin' at a slow clip-clop
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| Don’t you hurry with the surrey with the fringe on the top |