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Only a Dancing Girl

Only a dancing girl,

With an unromantic style,

With borrowed colour and curl,

With fixed mechanical smile,

With many a hackneyed wile,

With ungrammatical lips,

And corns that mar her trips.

Hung from the "flies" in air,

She acts a palpable lie,

She's as little a fairy

As unpoetical I!

I hear you asking,

Why -Why in the world I

This tawdry, tinselled thing?

No airy fairy she,

As she hangs in arsenic

From a highly impossible

In a highly impossible scene(Herself not over-clean).

For fays don't suffer,

I'm told,

From bunions, coughs, or cold.

And stately dames that

Their daughters there to see,

Pronounce the "dancing thing"No better than she should be,

With her skirt at her shameful knee,

And her painted, tainted phiz:

Ah, matron, which of us is?(And, in sooth, it oft

That while these matrons sigh,

Their dresses are lower than hers,

And sometimes half as high;

And their hair is hair they buy,

And they use their glasses, too,

In a way she'd blush to do.)But change her gold and

For a coarse merino gown,

And see her upon the

Of her home, when coaxing

Her drunken father's frown,

In his squalid cheerless den:

She's a fairy truly, then!

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William Schwenck Gilbert

Sir William Schwenck Gilbert (18 November 1836 – 29 May 1911) was an English dramatist, librettist, poet and illustrator best known for his coll…

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