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VP_016981

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VP_016981 Verse 1Oh, my fortune will you please relate Asked the fair maiden of the man Which lover is the best to take? Do tell me, my dear one, if you can. Should he be one whose hair is light Whose eyes are heavenly blue?... Or, he whose eyes are black as night Whose hair is of the darkest hue?... Hold forth your palm, my dear maiden fair... I'll tell you the one to choose... This line says never mind his hair Or his eyes should not make him lose... This line says an invention he makes,... He's a Johnny on this mat;... And from this invention a fortune he takes And then your purse grows fat.... Verse 2So when he made his lover request She with a sweet coy little smile Answered him "yes, and truly yes!" Then she started to make the gold pile, He thought all day and then all night Of which invention to make... So that their purse would be all right And he proved he loved for her sake.... And it came to him one very day,... And he worked in mind most hard... While the sweet one was far away Also he drew the goodluck card... It told him how to set the clock's hand... And thus to conquer rich time,... By bringing the future on to the home land And tying bad past with strong twine....

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1 score (3 p.) : ill. ; 31 cm.

Publication Date

1918

Publisher

North American Music Publishing Co

Publication Place

Chicago

The Fortune Teller

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