| I fell in love with the roll of her drum
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| Fell in love with her horn’s blaring noise
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| And I fell in love with her lute’s gentle strum
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| And I fell in love with her voice
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| Polly lay over, so close to the wall
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| When I opened my mouth for to sing
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| And my throat could not stall the melodious call
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| My words in the chamber did ring:
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| «I will squeeze your lungs like the bellows of an organ
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| And blow on your bones like the pipes
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| With a rat-a-tat-tat on your skull like a drum
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| A rat-a-tat-tat on your skull
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| Of your yellow hair, oh, I will fashion a bow
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| To scrape out a tune on your heart
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| Of your long fingernails I will fashion ten quills
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| To pluck on your veins like a harp."
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| Polly rose up when my words were all told
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| And this she did say unto me
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| «I will visit the same upon thee thousand-fold
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| I will visit the same upon thee
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| And may you become one with the water so dumb
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| Flow away, flow away, flow away
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| Flow away, flow away, flow away, flow away
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| Away, flow away, flow away." |