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Two Lyrics by Amy Lowell

Word count: 154

Song Cycle by Carl Engel (1883 - 1944)

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?. Sea-shell [ sung text checked 1 time]

Language: English

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Sea-shell, Sea-shell,
Sing me a song, oh! Please!
A song of ships, and [of]1 sailormen,
[And]2 parrots, and tropical trees;
Of islands lost in the Spanish Main,
Which no man ever may [find]3 again,
Of fishes and corals under the waves,
And seahorses stabled in great green caves.
[Oh,]4 Sea-shell, Sea-shell,
Sing of the things you know so well.


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1 omitted by Engel.
2 Grier: "of"
3 Grier: "see"
4 omitted by Grier.

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?. The trout [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

Language: English

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Naughty little speckled trout,
Can't I coax you to come out?
Is it such great fun to play
In the water every day?
Do you pull the Naiads' hair
Hiding in the lilies there?
Do you hunt for fishes' eggs,
Or watch tadpoles grow their legs?
Do the little trouts have school
In some deep sun-glinted pool,
And in recess play at tag
Round that bed of purple flag?
I have tried so hard to catch you,
Hours and hours I've sat to watch you;
But you never will come out,
Naughty little speckled trout!


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