A Tragic Story

Lyrics
There liv'd a sage in days of yore And he a handsome pigtail wore But wonder'd much and sorrow'd more Because it hung behind him He mus'd upon this curious case And swore he'd change the pigtail's place And have it hanging at his face Not dangling there behind him Says he, "The mystery I've found, -- I'll turn me round," -- He turn'd round But still it hung behind him Then round and round, and out and in All day the puzzled sage did spin; In vain -- it matter'd not a pin -- The pigtail hung behind him And right and left, and round about And up and down, and in and out He turn'd, but still the pigtail stout Hung steadily behind him And though his efforts never slack And though he twist, and twirl, and take Alas, still faithful to his back The pigtail hangs behind him
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Credits
- Writers
- Benjamin Britten
- William Makepeace Thackeray