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Near by the silent waters of the Mediterranean	A
And at the door of an old hut stood a coloured man	B
Whose dress was oriental in style and poor with wear	C
While adown his furrowed cheeks ran many a tear	C
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And the poor coloured man seemed very discontent	D
And his grief overcame him at this moment	E
And he wrung his hands in agony wild	F
And he cried Oh help me great God to find my child	F
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And Ada my dear wife but now she is dead	G
Which fills my poor heart with sorrow and dread	G
She was a very loving wife but of her I'm bereft	H
And I and my lost child are only left	H
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And alas I know not where to find my boy	I
Who is dear to me and my only joy	I
But with the help of God I will find him	J
And this day in search of him I will begin	K
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So Medoo leaves Turkey and goes to France	L
Expecting to find his boy there perhaps by chance	L
And while there in Paris he was told	M
His boy by an Arab had been sold	M
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To a company of French players that performed in the street	N
Which was sad news to hear about his boy Popeet	N
And while searching for him and making great moan	O
He was told he was ill and in Madame Mercy's Home	P
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Then away went Medoo with his heart full of joy	I
To gaze upon the face of his long lost boy	I
Who had been treated by the players mercilessly	Q
But was taken to the home of Madame Celeste	N
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She was a member of the players and the leader's wife	R
And she loved the boy Popeet as dear as her life	R
Because she had no children of her own	O
And for the poor ill treated boy often she did moan	O
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And when Popeet's father visited the Home	P
He was shown into a room where Popeet lay alone	O
Pale and emaciated in his little bed	N
And when his father saw him he thought he was dead	N
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And when Popeet saw his father he lept out of bed	N
And only that his father caught him he'd been killed dead	N
And his father cried Popeet my own darling boy	I
Thank God I've found you and my heart's full of joy	I
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Then Madame Mercy's tears fell thick and fast	N
When she saw that Popeet had found his father at last	N
Then poor Popeet was taken home without delay	S
And lived happy with his father for many a day	S

William Topaz Mcgonagall

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