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THE YELLOW GOWN
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief;
Love it is a happiness, love it is a grief,
Jeffrey is a grocer, with a pony and a cart,
Michael is a beggar man, and took away my heart!
Love it is a happiness, love it is a grief,
Jeffrey is a grocer, with a pony and a cart,
Michael is a beggar man, and took away my heart!
I've a yellow satin frock made in London town,
Silken buttons fasten it, I count them up and down,
Doctor, Lawyer, Merchant, Chief—so the rhyming ran,
Three more buttons to the end, and that is Beggar man!
Silken buttons fasten it, I count them up and down,
Doctor, Lawyer, Merchant, Chief—so the rhyming ran,
Three more buttons to the end, and that is Beggar man!
Shall I break my mother's heart? Shall I break my own?
Every day I sit and think, and thus I make my moan,
Jeffrey's cart may lose a wheel, his pony break a leg,
But with Michael by my side, I'd gladly, gladly beg!
Every day I sit and think, and thus I make my moan,
Jeffrey's cart may lose a wheel, his pony break a leg,
But with Michael by my side, I'd gladly, gladly beg!
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Love it is a happiness, it never is a grief.
Jeffrey with his pony and his cart may drive away,
But with Michael's dear blue eyes, I'm happy all the day!
Love it is a happiness, it never is a grief.
Jeffrey with his pony and his cart may drive away,
But with Michael's dear blue eyes, I'm happy all the day!
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