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COURT MUSICIANS
As when in summer-scented days gone by
The court-musicians, dressed in velvets gay
And golden silks, would on their gitterns play
And blend their voices with the strings' love-cry,
So that the princess from her tower on high
Might through the rose-framed window hear their lay,
And make more splendid the resplendent day
By leaning out, her choristers to spy;
The court-musicians, dressed in velvets gay
And golden silks, would on their gitterns play
And blend their voices with the strings' love-cry,
So that the princess from her tower on high
Might through the rose-framed window hear their lay,
And make more splendid the resplendent day
By leaning out, her choristers to spy;
So now, with weary voice and violin,
Two court-musicians rend the dusty air.
Their shrill notes pierce the elevated's din,
And thrill a girl's heart with a pleasure rare.
For her has sweeter music never been;
They never saw a princess half so fair.
Two court-musicians rend the dusty air.
Their shrill notes pierce the elevated's din,
And thrill a girl's heart with a pleasure rare.
For her has sweeter music never been;
They never saw a princess half so fair.
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