 | When life is young |  |
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TINSEL WITHOUT, BUT METAL WITHIN
I'm only my lady's page—
And just for the night of the ball—
To prance on a parlor stage,
And run at her beck and call.
And just for the night of the ball—
To prance on a parlor stage,
And run at her beck and call.
I'm only my lady's page,
But mark me, my fellows, all
You'll be civiler men, I'll engage,
When I pommel you—after the ball.
But mark me, my fellows, all
You'll be civiler men, I'll engage,
When I pommel you—after the ball.
| When life is young | |