Six silver strings were spinning
They had me in a trance
The beggar-man was singing
It pierced me like a lance
But my pockets they were empty
And my eyes filled with tears
So I turned and walked off quickly
With my fingers in my ears
I returned the next day
With a coin inside my hand
To the square at Broadway
Where I had seen him stand
But he was long gone from there
He'd vanished from this land
I've got a penny for your thaughts now
Please come back beggar-man
Rosa Mayfair
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