| «Tra la la la la la la la
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| La!
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| See me dance the polka"
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| Said Mr Wagg like a bear
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| «with my top hat
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| And my whiskers that —
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| (Tra la la) trap the Fair.»
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| Where the waves
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| Seem chiming haycocks
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| I dance the polka; |
| there
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| Stand Venus' children in their gay frocks, —
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| Maroon and marine, — and stare
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| To see me fire my pistol
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| Through the distance blue as my coat;
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| Like Wellington, Byron, the
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| Marquis of Bristol
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| Busbied great trees float
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| While the wheezing hurdy-gurdy
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| Of the marine wind blows me
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| To the tune of Annie Rooney, sturdy
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| Over the sheafs of the sea;
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| And bright as a seedsman’s packet
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| With zinnias, candytufts chill
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| Is Mrs. Marigold’s Jacket
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| As she gapes at the inn door still
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| Where at dawn in the box of the sailor
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| Blue as the decks of the sea
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| Nelson awoke crowed like the cocks
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| Then back to the dust sank he
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| And Robinson Crusoe
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| Rues so
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| The bright and foxy beer, —
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| But he finds fresh isles
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| In a negress' smiles, —
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| The poxy doxy dear
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| As they, watch me dance the polka"
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| Said MrWagg like a bear
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| «In my top hat and my whiskers that, —
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| Tra la la, trap the Fair
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| Tra la la la la la —
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| Tra la la la la la —
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| Tra la la la la la la la
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| La La La!» |