'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin
But held it up with a smile
What am I bidden, good folks, he cried
Who'll start the bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar, then two! Only two?
Two dollars, and who'll make it three
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