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Now, l don't know what
you boys been up to,
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but l know mischief when l see it,
Now, l want an explanation, but first,
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l want you to get your fannies up here
with all y'all's period instruments,
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Now, l been tellin' the ladies about your
music, and they want to hear you play,
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- Professor?
- Yes, Lump?
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l can't really play the buttsack,
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Madam, or rather, mesdames,
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you must accept our apologies
for not bein' able to perform,
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for, as you see, we are shorthanded,
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Gawain is still at work,
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and we could no more play
with one part tacit
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than a horse could canter shy one leg,
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Perhaps l could offer,
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as a poor but ready substitute,
a brief poetic recital,
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Though l do not pretend
to any great oratorical skills,
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l would be happy to present,
with your ladies' permission,
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verse from the unquiet mind
of Mr, Edgar Allan Poe,
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''Ladies, thy beauty is to me
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Like those Nicean barks of yore,
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That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
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To his own native shore,''