
A Dulcimer's Fancy Songtext
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Starshot, halo-bound
So laying me out
You got flaxen wings of hayseed
And something under your arm
So laying me out
You got flaxen wings of hayseed
And something under your arm
And may I please touch
Your fancy tattered cloak
Were its holes divinely fabricated
Or were they eaten out by a moth?
...Eaten out by a moth? (Repeat)
What's that beautiful instrument that you bear?
You did not design that by chance
You were touching a dulcimer's fancy
A Dulcimer's Fancy (Touching a dulcimer's fancy)
Your fancy tattered cloak
Were its holes divinely fabricated
Or were they eaten out by a moth?
...Eaten out by a moth? (Repeat)
What's that beautiful instrument that you bear?
You did not design that by chance
You were touching a dulcimer's fancy
A Dulcimer's Fancy (Touching a dulcimer's fancy)
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