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There once were two utopian societies |
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Pavonia, land of the peacocks |
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And Swaanendael, valley of the swans |
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Both have trade |
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MiserablyThere, behind every chair, |
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A negro slave |
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The blackest of the black! |
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Attired in white apron and vest |
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Standing ready to attend to each guest |
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Such as the corrupt and exotic |
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GovernorLord |
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Cornbury, whose custom it was |
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To take a daily stroll dressed |
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In silk gowns like a fashionable lady |
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In this he failed |
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MiserablyLord |
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Cornbury did this, his friends said, |
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To demonstrate his resemblance |
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To his cousin, |
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Queen Anne |
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His impetuousity, however, |
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Did not extend to marrying a manor milkmaid"Chee!", he left |
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Square in shape |
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With a hip roof and a belfry in the center |
