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Show THE PLUMBER'S DAUGHTER. It is the plumber's daughter, Her father's work, so dear, so dear, That I would like to he the man To whisper in her ear, That I might win the gold again Her father stole from mo, And I'd leave his beauteous daughter When far across the sea. It is the plumber's daughter, Her diamonds are so bright, so bright, I'd like to bo the burglar To break in her room at night, And hoping that she was asleep, I'd gather in the brilliant heap. It is the plumber's daughter, And she would grow so mad, so mad, At the cruel way I paid her For the thieving of her dad, She'd try to ten my raven hair, Arid I? I'd laugh at her despair. From "Heather to Golden Rod." o |