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Cameo


The ladies of the household
Were dressing for the ball
To be thrown by the squire
In his manorial hall

The master was in the stables
Attending to his mare
Such thoroughbred horse flesh
Needed such tender care

The butler and the housekeeper
Were taking tea and cake
After such a hectic day their
First chance of a break

The footmen and parlour maids
Were taking the chance
To have a little break from the
Preparations for the dance

The poor were still poor
The poor were always there
But safe in their place
So no great need to care

For when the ball was finished
Those that were fit and able
Could gather in the yard
For the scraps from the table

The parson prepared his sermon
His words and thoughts unfurled
That God's in his Heaven
So all's well with the world




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