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Weary at heart and extremely ill	A
Was PALEY VOLLAIRE of Bromptonville	A
In a dirty lodging with fever down	B
Close to the Polygon Somers Town	B
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PALEY VOLLAIRE was an only son	C
For why His mother had had but one	C
And PALEY inherited gold and grounds	D
Worth several hundred thousand pounds	D
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But he like many a rich young man	E
Through this magnificent fortune ran	E
And nothing was left for his daily needs	F
But duplicate copies of mortgage deeds	F
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Shabby and sorry and sorely sick	G
He slept and dreamt that the clock's tick tick	G
Was one of the Fates with a long sharp knife	H
Snicking off bits of his shortened life	H
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He woke and counted the pips on the walls	I
The outdoor passengers' loud footfalls	I
And reckoned all over and reckoned again	J
The little white tufts on his counterpane	J
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A medical man to his bedside came	K
I can't remember that doctor's name	K
And said You'll die in a very short while	A
If you don't set sail for Madeira's isle	A
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Go to Madeira goodness me	L
I haven't the money to pay your fee	L
Then PALEY VOLLAIRE said the leech good bye	M
I'll come no more for your're sure to die	M
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He sighed and he groaned and smote his breast	N
Oh send said he for FREDERICK WEST	N
Ere senses fade or my eyes grow dim	O
I've a terrible tale to whisper him	O
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Poor was FREDERICK'S lot in life	H
A dustman he with a fair young wife	H
A worthy man with a hard earned store	P
A hundred and seventy pounds or more	P
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FREDERICK came and he said Maybe	L
You'll say what you happened to want with me	L
Wronged boy said PALEY VOLLAIRE I will	A
But don't you fidget yourself sit still	A
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THE TERRIBLE TALE	A
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'Tis now some thirty seven years ago	Q
Since first began the plot that I'm revealing	R
A fine young woman whom you ought to know	Q
Lived with her husband down in Drum Lane Ealing	R
Herself by means of mangling reimbursing	R
And now and then at intervals wet nursing	R
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Two little babes dwelt in their humble cot	S
One was her own the other only lent to her	T
HER OWN SHE SLIGHTED Tempted by a lot	S
Of gold and silver regularly sent to her	T
She ministered unto the little other	T
In the capacity of foster mother	T
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I WAS HER OWN Oh how I lay and sobbed	U
In my poor cradle deeply deeply cursing	R
The rich man's pampered bantling who had robbed	U
My only birthright an attentive nursing	R
Sometimes in hatred of my foster brother	T
I gnashed my gums which terrified my mother	T
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One day it was quite early in the week	V
I IN MY CRADLE HAVING PLACED THE BANTLING	V
Crept into his He had not learnt to speak	V
But I could see his face with anger mantling	V
It was imprudent well disgraceful maybe	L
For oh I was a bad blackhearted baby	L
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So great a luxury was food I think	V
No wickedness but I was game to try for it	W
NOW if I wanted anything to drink	V
At any time I only had to cry for it	W
ONCE if I dared to weep the bottle lacking	V
My blubbering involved a serious smacking	V
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We grew up in the usual way my friend	X
My foster brother daily growing thinner	T
While gradually I began to mend	X
And thrived amazingly on double dinner	T
And every one besides my foster mother	T
Believed that either of us was the other	T
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I came into HIS wealth I bore HIS name	K
I bear it still HIS property I squandered	Y
I mortgaged everything and now oh shame	K
Into a Somers Town shake down I've wandered	Y
I am no PALEY no VOLLAIRE it's true my boy	Z
The only rightful PALEY V is YOU my boy	Z
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And all I have is yours and yours is mine	J
I still may place you in your true position	J
Give me the pounds you've saved and I'll resign	J
My noble name my rank and my condition	J
So far my wickedness in falsely owning	V
Your vasty wealth I am at last atoning	V
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FREDERICK he was a simple soul	A
He pulled from his pocket a bulky roll	A
And gave to PALEY his hard earned store	P
A hundred and seventy pounds or more	P
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PALEY VOLLAIRE with many a groan	J
Gave FREDERICK all that he called his own	J
Two shirts and a sock and a vest of jean	J
A Wellington boot and a bamboo cane	J
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And FRED entitled to all things there	A2
He took the fever from MR VOLLAIRE	A2
Which killed poor FREDERICK WEST Meanwhile	A
VOLLAIRE sailed off to Madeira's isle	A

William Schwenck Gilbert

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