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Mamma, Mamma, that wine is heady,
and certainly I'm going to get some fresh air.
But first I want you to bless me
as you did when I went as a soldier.
And then, mama, listen,
if I should not return,
you must be a mother to Santa,
for I had vowed to lead her to the altar.
You must be a mother to Santa
if I should not return.
Oh! No reason at all!
It's just the wine giving me ideas!
The wine's giving me ideas.
Pray God for me!
Pray God for me!
Kiss me, kiss me, mamma
Another kiss. Another kiss.
Farewell.
If I should not return be a mother to Santa.
Kiss me, mamma.
Farewell!