. Carols of Cockayne. CAROLS OF COCKAYNE. THE N form and feature, face and limb, I grew so like my brotherThat folks got taking me for him And each for one puzzled all our kith and kin, It reachd an awful pitch ;For one of us was born a twin And not a soul knew which. One day (to make the matter worse),Before our names were fixd, As we were being washd by nurse,We got completely mixd. CAROLS OF COCKAYNE. And thus, you see, by Fates decree, (Or rather nurses whim),My brother John got christend me, And I got christend him. This fatal likeness even doggd My footsteps when at sc
. Carols of Cockayne. CAROLS OF COCKAYNE. THE N form and feature, face and limb, I grew so like my brotherThat folks got taking me for him And each for one puzzled all our kith and kin, It reachd an awful pitch ;For one of us was born a twin And not a soul knew which. One day (to make the matter worse),Before our names were fixd, As we were being washd by nurse,We got completely mixd. CAROLS OF COCKAYNE. And thus, you see, by Fates decree, (Or rather nurses whim),My brother John got christend me, And I got christend him. This fatal likeness even doggd My footsteps when at school,And I was always getting floggd— For John turnd out a put this question hopelessly To every one I knew,—What would you do, if you were me. To prove that you -\szxz you f Our close resemblance turnd the tide Of my domestic life ;For somehow my intended bride Became my brothers short, year after year the same Absurd mistakes went on ;And when I died—the neighbours came And buried brother John ! yPzibUshed with music by Messrs
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