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The Calico Printer's Clerk . . .

In Manchester that city of cotton twist and twills,
There lived the subject of my song, the cause of all my ills,
She was handsome, young and twenty and her eyes were azure blue
Admirers she had plenty and her name was Dorothy Drew.

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She was very fond of dancing, but allow me to remark,
One fine day she danced away with the calico printer's clerk.

At a private ball I met her in 1863,
I never can forget her, though she proved unkind to me,
I was dressed in pink of fashion, my lavender gloves were new
And I danced the Valse Circasian with charming Dorothy Drew.

We Schottished and we Polka'd to the strains the band did play,
We Valsed and we Mazurka'd till she Valsed my heart away
I whispered in this fashion, as round the room we flew,
Doing the Varsovinia "I love you, Dorothy Drew".

For months and months attention unto her I did pay,
Till, with her condescension, she led me quite astray,
The money I expended, I'm ashamed to tell to you
But I'll tell you how it ended with myself and Dorothy Drew.

I received an intimation she a visit meant to pay
Unto a near relation who lived some miles away,
In a month she'd be returning, I must make a short adieu,
But her love for me was burning, oh deceitful Dorothy Drew.

At nine o'clock next morning, to breakfast I sat down,
The smile my face adorning soon turned into a frown
For in the morning paper, a paragraph met my view:
Jones the Calico Printer's Clerk had married Dorothy Drew.