Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south again; The narrow street through which to go -- Aha! I know it well! And may be you would like to know -- But no -- I will not tell!
'T is there to find the loveliest plates (The bluest of the blue! ) At such surprisingly low rates You'd not believe it true! And there is one Napoleon vase Of dainty Sevres to sell -- I'm sure you'd like to know that place -- But no -- I will not tell!
Then, too, I know another shop Has old, old beds for sale, With lovely testers up on top Carved in ornate detail; And there are sideboards rich and rare, With fronts that proudly swell -- Oh, there are bargains waiting there, But where I will not tell!
And hark! I know a bottle-man Smiling and debonair, And he has promised me I can Choose of his precious ware! In age and shape and color, too, His dainty goods excel -- Aha, my friends, if you but knew -- But no! I will not tell!
A thousand other shops I know Where bargains can be got -- Where other folk would like to go Who have what I have not. I let them hunt; I hold my mouth -- Yes, though I know full well Where lie the treasures of the south, I'm not a going to tell!
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