Fifty "Bab" Ballads: Much Sound and Little Sense by Sir W. S. (William Schwenck) Gilbert
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He was wonderfully active for so very stout a party. And I said, "O gentle pieman, why so very, very merry? Is it purity of conscience, or your one-and-seven sherry?" But he answered, "I'm so happy--no profession could be dearer - If I am not humming 'Tra! la! la!' I'm singing 'Tirer, lirer!' "First I go and make the patties, and the puddings, and the jellies, Then I make a sugar bird-cage, which upon a table swell is; "Then I polish all the silver, which a supper-table lacquers; Then I write the pretty mottoes which you find inside the crackers." - "Found at last!" I madly shouted. "Gentle pieman, you astound me!" Then I waved the turtle soup enthusiastically round me. And I shouted and I danced until he'd quite a crowd around him - And I rushed away exclaiming, "I have found him! I have found him!" And I heard the gentle pieman in the road behind me trilling, "'Tira, lira!' stop him, stop him! 'Tra! la! la!' the soup's a shilling!" But until I reached ELVIRA'S home, I never, never waited, And ELVIRA to her FERDINAND'S irrevocably mated! |
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