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pearl of minstrelsy, A bud of blushing beauty, For whom proud nobles sigh, And
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with each other vie, To do her menial's duty. A suitor lowly born, With
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hopeless passion torn, And poor beyond concealing, Hath dar'd for her to pine, At
that which love hath taught, For Love hath been his tutor. Oh! pity, pity me! Our
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By ARTHUR SULLIVAN.
I'm called little But-ter-cup, Dear lit-tle But- ter cup, Tho' I could nev-er tell why,
But still I'm call'd Butter-cup, Poor lit-tle But-ter-cup, Sweet lit-tle But-ter- cup,