(Don Reid)

Darling Hildegard.

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Bum, ba, ba, um, ba, ba, buma
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There was a lock on the gate in the front a your house all day
It could then have been out there for me to stay away
Is that my name carved on a dead tree in your yard
Why you treatin' me like this, my darlin' Hildegard?

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Bum, ba, ba, um, ba, ba, buma
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That go home yankee sign on your front door
Well, I think that, that was a little bit uncalled for
And my photo on the birdhouse was a cute jesture
Course I got the message but wasn't that a good picture of me.

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Bum, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Bum, ba, ba, um, ba, ba, buma
Um, ba, ba, bum, ba, ba, bum, ba, ba, um, ba, ba.

My darlin' Hildegard please don't be mad
I'll give everything you've never had
If you'll tear down all those signs and disreguard
All those things you think of me, my darlin' Hildegard.

Darlin' Hildegard...