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Will you walk a little faster? said a whiting to a snail |
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There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail |
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Don't you see how eagerly the turtles and the lobsters all advance |
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They are waiting on the shingle, won't you come and join the dance? |
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Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance? |
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(3x) |
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You can really have no notion how delightful it will be |
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When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters in the sea |
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But the snail replied "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance |
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Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance |
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Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance |
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(Chorus) |
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(2x) |
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(Solo) |
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What matters it how far we go? his scaly friend replied |
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There is another shore, you know, upon the other side |
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The further off from England the nearer is to France |
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Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance |
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(Chorus) |
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(repeat to fade) |
