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When I was a little boy long ago	A
And spoke of the theater as the show	A
The first one that I went to see	B
Mother's brother it was took me	B
My uncle of course though he seemed to be	B
Only a boy I loved him so	A
And ah how pleasant he made it all	C
And the things he knew that I should know	A
The stage the drop and the frescoed wall	C
The sudden flash of the lights and oh	A
The orchestra with its melody	B
And the lilt and jingle and jubilee	B
Of The Little Man in the Tinshop	D
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For Uncle showed me the Leader there	E
With his pale bleak forehead and long black hair	E
Showed me the Second and 'Cello and Bass	F
And the B Flat pouting and puffing his face	G
At the little end of the horn he blew	H
Silvery bubbles of music through	H
And he coined me names of them each in turn	I
Some comical name that I laughed to learn	I
Clean on down to the last and best	J
The lively little man never at rest	J
Who hides away at the end of the string	K
And tinkers and plays on everything	K
That's The Little Man in the Tinshop	D
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Raking a drum like a rattle of hail	L
Clinking a cymbal or castanet	J
Chirping a twitter or sending a wail	L
Through a piccolo that thrills me yet	J
Reeling ripples of riotous bells	M
And tipsy tinkles of triangles	N
Wrangled and tangled in skeins of sound	J
Till it seemed that my very soul spun round	J
As I leaned in a breathless joy toward my	O
Radiant uncle who snapped his eye	O
And said with the courtliest wave of his hand	J
Why that little master of all the band	J
Is 'The Little Man in the Tinshop'	D
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And I've heard Verdi the Wonderful	P
And Paganini and Ole Bull	Q
Mozart Handel and Mendelssohn	R
And fair Parepa whose matchless tone	S
Karl her master with magic bow	T
Blent with the angels' and held her so	A
Tranced till the rapturous Infinite	J
And I've heard arias faint and low	A
From many an operatic light	J
Glimmering on my swimming sight	J
Dimmer and dimmer until at last	J
I still sit holding my roses fast	J
For 'The Little Man in the Tinshop '	-
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Oho my Little Man joy to you	H
And yours and theirs your lifetime through	H
Though I've heard melodies boy and man	U
Since first the show of my life began	U
Never yet have I listened to	H
Sadder madder or gladder glees	A
Than your unharmonied harmonies	A
For yours is the music that appeals	A
To all the fervor the boy's heart feels	A
All his glories his wildest cheers	A
His bravest hopes and his brightest tears	A
And so with his first bouquet he kneels	A
To The Little Man in the Tinshop	D

James Whitcomb Riley

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