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Song No. 1
MY LITTLE SAUCER
| MRS. WORCESTER: |
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A friend most dear did give to me |
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That little saucer years ago; |
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I though the gift a jeu d'espirit |
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The saucers worth I did not know; |
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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. |
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This was the burthen of my song,
This was the burthen of my song! |
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I cannot love that little saucer, |
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That little saucer, no! not I! |
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I cannot love that little saucer, |
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And what is more, I'll never try! |
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Another friend, a connoisseur, |
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That saucer did perchance to see, |
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When quickly he pronounced its worth |
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To be ten thousand pounds to me; |
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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. |
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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, |
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My little saucer, no! not I! |
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I'll never leave my little saucer, |
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And what is more I will not try! |
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4 October, 2007
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