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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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Page modified 3 August 2019