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I	A
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Down cellar said the cricket	B
Down cellar said the cricket	B
Down cellar said the cricket	B
I saw a ball last night	C
In honor of a lady	D
In honor of a lady	D
In honor of a lady	D
Whose wings were pearly white	C
The breath of bitter weather	E
The breath of bitter weather	E
The breath of bitter weather	E
Had smashed the cellar pane	F
We entertained a drift of leaves	G
We entertained a drift of leaves	G
We entertained a drift of leaves	G
And then of snow and rain	F
But we were dressed for winter	E
But we were dressed for winter	E
But we were dressed for winter	E
And loved to hear it blow	H
In honor of the lady	D
In honor of the lady	D
In honor of the lady	D
Who makes potatoes grow	H
Our guest the Irish lady	D
The tiny Irish lady	D
The airy Irish lady	D
Who makes potatoes grow	H
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II	A
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Potatoes were the waiters	I
Potatoes were the waiters	I
Potatoes were the waiters	I
Potatoes were the band	J
Potatoes were the dancers	I
Kicking up the sand	J
Kicking up the sand	J
Kicking up the sand	J
Potatoes were the dancers	I
Kicking up the sand	J
Their legs were old burnt matches	K
Their legs were old burnt matches	K
Their legs were old burnt matches	K
Their arms were just the same	L
They jigged and whirled and scrambled	M
Jigged and whirled and scrambled	M
Jigged and whirled and scrambled	M
In honor of the dame	L
The noble Irish lady	D
Who makes potatoes dance	N
The witty Irish lady	D
The saucy Irish lady	D
The laughing Irish lady	D
Who makes potatoes prance	N
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III	A
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There was just one sweet potato	H
He was golden brown and slim	O
The lady loved his dancing	P
The lady loved his dancing	P
The lady loved his dancing	P
She danced all night with him	O
She danced all night with him	O
Alas he wasn't Irish	Q
So when she flew away	R
They threw him in the coal bin	S
And there he is today	R
Where they cannot hear his sighs	T
And his weeping for the lady	D
The glorious Irish lady	D
The beauteous Irish lady	D
Who	U
Gives	V
Potatoes	W
Eyes	T

Vachel Lindsay

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