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By Richard Applebee, Barbados HHH

We three Queens of BHHH are Wearing pink, we hash from the bar Moor and mountain field and fountain Sple - e- ndid in a bra.

CHORUS: O! poofters mincing, poofters queer Prancing ON with simpering leer 0N-ward ever, checking never Guide us to a crate of beer

Born as Queens in Barbados fair Lace we bring and stockings to wear Queens forever, belts of le-e-eather Ri-ibbons in our hair.

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Petticoats to offer have we Frilly skirts that reach to the knee Ladies dating, maids in waiting Gi-i-rlies we would be

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Plaits are ours and pretty perfume Hashing through the gathering gloom We hear Rami wants to be Spa- a-mmy Sporting a flowery bloom.

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Glorious now behold us arise Fortified by Patti’s pork pies Aren’t we saintly ladies dai-ainty Mascara round our eyes.

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