THE LITTLE SEAMSTRESS A FRENCH SONG OF THE OLDEN TIME
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A dear little seamstress in Paris I knew; The tiniest possible stitches she drew. I never at all Saw sewing so small! She made the Notary neckties new; The Apothecary, he had some too. I never at all Saw sewing so small! The Apothecary, he had some too,— Seamstress, what do I owe to you? I never at all Saw sewing so small! Seamstress, what do I owe to you? Just six nothings, no more is due. I never at all Saw sewing so small! Just six nothings, no more is due. Give me a kiss, then,—or give me two! I never at all Saw sewing so small!