| 'Twas battered and scared and the auctioneer thought it hardly worth his while
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| To waste much time on the ol' violin but he held it up with a smile
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| «What am I offered good folks?» |
| he cried
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| «Who will start the bidding for me?
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| A dollar, one dollar, two, only two
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| Two dollars who will make it three
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| Three dollars once three dollars twice going for three
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| But, no from the back of the room a gray haired man came forward
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| And gently picked up the bow
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| And then wiping the dust from the ol' violin tuning the loose strings
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| He played a melody as pure and sweet as the caroling angel’s sing
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| The music stopped and the auctioneer with a voice quiet and low said
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| «Now what am I bid for the ol' violin?» |
| he held it up with the bow
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| A thousand dollars, who will make it two
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| Two thousand who will make it three
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| Three thousand once, Three thousand twice and going going and gone
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| The people cheered, but some of them cried
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| «We don’t understand what changed its worth?»
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| Then someone replied, «The touch of the master’s hand.»
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| So many a man with life out of tune much like the ol' violin
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| But the Master comes and a change is brought
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| By the touch of the Master’s Hand by the touch of the Master’s Hand |