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No. 16: SONG (Don Alhambra)
"There lived a King"
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Don Alhambra. |
That King, although no one denies His heart was of abnormal size, Yet he'd have acted otherwise If he had been acuter. The end is easily foretold, When every blessed thing you hold Is made of silver, or of gold, You long for simple pewter. When you have nothing else to wear But cloth of gold and satins rare, For cloth of gold you cease to care — Up goes the price of shoddy. |
Marco & Giuseppe. |
Of shoddy, up goes the price of shoddy. |
Don Alhambra. |
In short, whoever you may be, To this conclusion you'll agree, When every one is somebodee, Then no one's anybody! |
Marco & Giuseppe. |
Now that's as plain as plain can be, To this conclusion we agree — |
All. |
When every one is somebodee, Then no one's anybody! |
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