| The Marquis de Mincepie. |
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The Marquis de Mincepie am I, |
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From the land of cold plum pudding, |
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Where the weather's cold and dry, |
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And we've lots of coats and hooding, |
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Where drinks are hot and strong, |
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In ancient silver flagons, |
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And we dance to the sound of the gong, |
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And our pets are all snapdragons, |
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snapdragons, snapdragons. |
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And so, if you put the question, |
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And inquire who am I? |
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From the state of Indigestion |
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Comes the Marquis de Mincepie. |
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And so, if we put the question, |
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He will tell us, standing by, |
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From the state of Indigestion |
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Comes the Marquis de Mincepie. |
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The Marquis de Mincepie,
The Marquis de Mincepie,
The Marquis de Mincepie. |
The Marquis de Mincepie 
