(My Swiss Miss Misses Me). A popular song from 1925. Words by L. Wolfe Gilbert. Music by Abel Baer.
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I miss my Swiss, my Swiss miss misses me
I miss the bliss that Swiss kiss gives to me
I hear her yodelling sweet melodies
Like the birds and the bees from the Schweitzer trees
Her dear papa makes watches that are Swiss
That’s why he watches me like this
I lost her in the mountains
In the mountains she must be
I miss my Swiss, my Swiss miss misses me
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I miss my Swiss, my Swiss miss misses me
I miss the bliss that Swiss kiss gives to me
She was a working girl, down on her knees
In her yard working hard
Punching holes in cheese
I looked for her, I nearly broke my scalp
I tripped and skipped from Alp to Alp
There must be other climbers
Who could tell where she could be
I miss my Swiss, my Swiss miss misses me