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There lived a King as I've been told	A
In the wonder working days of old	A
When hearts were twice as good as gold	A
And twenty times as mellow	B
Good temper triumphed in his face	C
And in his heart he found a place	C
For all the erring human race	C
And every wretched fellow	B
When he had Rhenish wine to drink	D
It made him very sad to think	D
That some at junket or at jink	D
Must be content with toddy	A
He wished all men as rich as he	E
And he was rich as rich could be	E
So to the top of every tree	E
Promoted everybody	E
	-
Ambassadors cropped up like hay	F
Prime Ministers and such as they	F
Grew like asparagus in May	F
And Dukes were three a penny	E
Lord Chancellors were cheap as sprats	C
And Bishops in their shovel hats	C
Were plentiful as tabby cats	C
If possible too many	E
On every side Field Marshals gleamed	A
Small beer were Lords Lieutenants deemed	A
With Admirals the ocean teemed	A
All round his wide dominions	C
And Party Leaders you might meet	A
In twos and threes in every street	A
Maintaining with no little heat	A
Their various opinions	C
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That King although no one denies	C
His heart was of abnormal size	C
Yet he'd have acted otherwise	C
If he had been acuter	E
The end is easily foretold	A
When every blessed thing you hold	A
Is made of silver or of gold	A
You long for simple pewter	E
When you have nothing else to wear	E
But cloth of gold and satins rare	E
For cloth of gold you cease to care	E
Up goes the price of shoddy	A
In short whoever you may be	A
To this conclusion you'll agree	A
When every one is somebody	A
Then no one's anybody	A

William Schwenck Gilbert

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