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No. 21a: RECIT. & SONG (Strephon)
"My bill has now been read a second time...
Fold your flapping wings"
(This song was cut from "Iolanthe" early in its initial run.)
Enter Strephon, in very low spirits.
Fold your flapping wings, |
Take a tipsy lout,
Gathered from the gutter.
Hustle him about,
Strap him to a shutter.
What am I but he,
Washed at hours stated,
Fed on filagree,
Clothed and educated?
He’s a mark of scorn,
I might be another,
If I had been born
Of a tipsy mother.
Take a wretched thief,
Through the city sneaking.
Pocket handkerchief
Ever, ever seeking.
What is he but I
Robbed of all my chances,
Picking pockets by
Force of circumstances?
I might be as bad,
As unlucky, rather,
If I’d only had
Fagin for a father!
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