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SONGS OF A SAVOYARD
101
Spare me the bitter pain
Of stern denials,
Nor with lowborn disdain
Augment my trials.
Hearts just as pure and fair
May beat in Belgrave Square
As in the lowly air
Of Seven Dials!
Blue blood! Blue blood!
Of what avail art thou
To serve me now?
Though dating from the Flood,
Blue blood!
