large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_21_64kb_6
large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_21_64kb
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So I've come to love that treble tone   "Aha, Oho!" SO HAVE COME TO LOVE THAT TROUBLED TONE AHA ODD
he lays much stress On the privileges of a gingham dress-- "Aha, Oho!" The rich little lady from over the way Has beautiful dolls in vast array; Yet she envies the raggedy home-made doll She hears our little Miss Brag extol. For the raggedy doll can fear no hurt From wet, or heat, or tumble, or dirt! Her nose is inked, and her mouth is, too, And one eye's black and the other's blue-- "Aha, Oho!" The rich little lady goes out to ride With footmen standing up outside, Yet wishes that, sometimes, after dark Her father would trundle her in the park;-- That, sometimes, her mother would sing the things Little Miss Brag says her mother sings When through the attic window streams The moonlight full of golden dreams-- "Aha, Oho!" Yes, little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over the way; And yet who knows but from her heart Often the bitter sighs upstart-- Uprise to lose their burn and sting In the grace of the tongue that loves to sing Praise of the treasures all its own! OF FADED BROWN FOR LITTLE MISS BRAGG SHE LAYS MUCH STRESS ON THE PRIVILEGES OF A GINGHAM DRESS AHA OHO THE RICH LITTLE LADY FROM OVER THE WAY HAS BEAUTIFUL DOLLS AND VAST ARRAY YET SHE ENVIES THE RAGGEDY HOME MADE DOLL SHE HEARS A LITTLE MISS BRAGG EXTOL FOR THE RAGGEDY DOLL CAN FEAR NO HURT FROM WET OR HEAT OR TUMBLE OR DIRT HER NOSE IS INKED AND HER MOUTH IS TOO AND ONE EYE'S BLACK AND THE OTHER'S BLUE AHA OHO THE RICH LITTLE LADY GOES OUT TO RIDE WITH FOOTMEN STANDING UP OUTSIDE YET WISHES THAT SOMETIMES AFTER DARK HER FATHER WOULD TRUNDLE HER IN THE PARK THAT SOMETIMES HER MOTHER WOULD SING THE THINGS LITTLE MISS BRAKES AS HER MOTHER SINGS WHEN THROUGH THE ATTIC WINDOW STREAMS THE MOONLIGHT FULL OF GOLDEN DREAMS AHA OHO YES LITTLE MISS BRAKE HAS MUCH TO SAY TO THE RICH LITTLE LADY FROM OVER THE WAY AND YET WHO KNOWS BUT FROM HER HEART OFTEN THE BITTER SIGHS UPSTART A PRIZE TO LOSE THEIR BURN AND STING IN THE GRACE OF THE TONGUE THAT LOVES TO SING PRAISE OF THE TREASURES ALL ITS OWN
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