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No. 14 - A Lament
| All: | Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh! |
| Dolly: | We've lost our pretty laces, Our kerchiefs with the cases, To wipe our pretty faces. |
| All: | Who ever knew such woes. |
| Dolly: | Our feathers, broidered fichus, Our airy, fairy tissues, Our surrah gowns, our French shoes, |
| All: | That pinched our pretty toes. |
| Rufus: | We're fleeced of wool and we are plucked of plume, With not a pin-feather remaining. |
| Miss Hurricane: | But we should smile, and we should never fume, For 'tis, you see, official gaining. |
| Teddy: | Bedad! Who knows, arrah! where plunder goes, Yes, ah! where, oh! where does it go to? |
| Rufus: | It goes, it goes to feed the crows, It goes, it goes in to-to. |
| All: | It goes, it goes to feed the crows, It goes, it goes in to-to. It goes, it goes to feed the crows, It goes, it goes in to-to. |
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American Musical Theatre | The Little Tycoon
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