I could tell it, if I felt it, in the dark
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I COULD TELL IT,
IF I FELT IT,
IN THE DARK
THE thousands varied things, a comic singer
Each day to you, no doubt is revealing,
But really on my word, 'tis seldom I have
A song, that treats upon the art of feeling.
There's power understand, in the grasp of a
Which all some time or other must remark
And often you can say of the things you have
I could tell it, if I fe't it, in the dark.
I c uld tell it, if I felt it, in the dark,
I could tell it, if I felt it, in the dark,
I know it by the touch, so I can't mistake it
I could tell it, if I felt it, in the dark.
The time we chance to hold, some silver o
some gold, [many,
From day to day, I think with most are
For he is very poor, who never has a store,
From which he fingers more than a penny.
To live we have to spend, and occasionally
And most of us do like a jolly lark, [lend,
But whatsoe'er the co n, on which our finger
We can tell t, if we feel it, in the dark.
I've often heard it told, to be a soldier bold,
Some people have a very strong ambition,
But if it comes to me to tell the truth you sea
I never liked the smell of ammunition.
As soon as war begun, away my legs would run
Before the bullets laid me stiff and stark,
A notion I have got, that if I should get shot,
I could tell it, if I felt it in the dark.
In pugilistic art, I always take my part,
If any one upon me turns rusty. [right,
But in a stand-up fight, if my cause is only
My fists I always find are strong and trusty
For lately in a scrap, I happen'd by mishap,
To let my face become a boxer's mark,
Before I could tell how, he landed me a blow,
I could tell it,if I felt it, in the dark.
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