Songs of a Savoyard by Sir W. S. (William Schwenck) Gilbert
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page 77 of 131 (58%)
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Your little wife
Is passing here! And if so be You think of me, Please tell the moon; I'll read it all In rays that fall On the lagoon: You'll be so kind As tell the wind How you may be, And send me words By little birds To comfort me! And O, my darling, O, my pet, Whatever else you may forget, In yonder isle beyond the sea, O, don't forget you've married me! Ballad: The Suicide's Grave On a tree by a river a little tomtit Sang "Willow, titwillow, titwillow!" And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit Singing 'Willow, titwillow, titwillow'? |
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