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Song No. 1
MY LITTLE SAUCER
Mrs. Worcester: | ||||
A friend most dear did give to me | ||||
That little saucer years ago; | ||||
I though the gift a jeu d'espirit | ||||
The saucers worth I did not know; | ||||
It seem'd to me to be a fright, I used to put it out of sight, |
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It drove me mad, It drove me mad, |
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And made me sing from morn till night. | ||||
This was the burthen of my song, This was the burthen of my song! |
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I cannot love that little saucer, | ||||
That little saucer, no! not I! | ||||
I cannot love that little saucer, | ||||
And what is more, I'll never try! |
Another friend, a connoisseur, | ||||
That saucer did perchance to see, | ||||
When quickly he pronounced its worth | ||||
To be ten thousand pounds to me; | ||||
It seemed no more to be a fright, It never, never leaves my sight; |
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It drives me mad, It drives me mad, |
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And makes me sing from morn till night. | ||||
This is the burthen of my song, This is the burthen of my song! |
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I'll never leave my little saucer, | ||||
My little saucer, no! not I! | ||||
I'll never leave my little saucer, | ||||
And what is more I will not try! |
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