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The D'Oyly Carte Opera Company
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My Boy, You May Take It from Me
My boy, you may take it from me, That of all the afflictions accurst With which a man's saddled And hampered and addled, A diffident nature's the worst. Though clever as clever can be – A Crichton of early romance – You must stir it and stump it, And blow your own trumpet, Or, trust me, you haven't a chance! If you wish in the world to advance, Your merits you're bound to enhance, You must stir it and stump it, And blow your own trumpet, Or, trust me, you haven't a chance! Now take, for example, my case: I've a bright intellectual brain – In all London city There's no one so witty – I've thought so again and again. I've a highly intelligent face – 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 My features cannot be denied – But, whatever I try, sir, I fail in – and why, sir? I'm modesty personified! If you wish in the world to advance, etc. As a poet, I'm tender and quaint – I've passion and fervour and grace –From Ovid and Horace To Swinburne and Morris, They all of them take a back place. Then I sing and I play and I paint: Though none are accomplished as I, To say so were treason: You ask me the reason? I'm diffident, modest, and shy! If you wish in the world to advance, etc. BOTH. If you wish in the world to advance, etc.
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