from the poem "Her Letter" by Francis Bret Harte the_letter_chorus_play.mp3
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Lyrics
and how do I like my position?
and what do I think of New York?
Now in my higher ambition
with whom do I walk,
flirt, and talk?
and isn't it nice
to have riches
and diamonds and silks
and all of that
and aren't they a chance
to the ditches
and tunnels of poverty flat
Well, yes
if you saw us out driving
each day in the park
four hands in
if you saw
poor dear mama could drive
to the supernaturally grand
but Brady tainted
at that
he never suspected
he sold bacon and flour at poverty flat
and yet, just this moment
when sitting in the glare
of the grand chandelier
the finest story of the year
in mist
and the home of the smallest talk
Somehow, joy,
I thought of the fairy
based on the poem "Her Letter" by Francis Bret Harte