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Theodore Presser My Bonnie Lass She Smelleth
My bonnie lass she smelleth, making the flowers jealouth. The hilarity continues from the very first line in this parody of the Renaissance madrigal school that includes (of all things) a scat solo for your most uninhibited bass soloist.
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