paroles de chanson Oh Mrs. Harrington, Your Nephew Plays the Flute - Chris Shepard
Daydreaming
in
the
choir
loft
on
Sunday
afternoon
When
from
the
street
came
wafting
up
a
quite
familiar
tune
The
congregation
stopped
their
hymn
and
jumped
up
from
their
seats
As
the
fairest
of
the
Harringtons
came
fluting
down
the
street
Mrs.
Harrington,
so
prim
and
proper
in
her
wide
brimmed
hat
Wouldn't
flaunt
the
family
flautist,
so
in
the
pew
she
sat
Father
Flanagan
approached
her
and
said
Don't
be
so
aloof
Oh
Mrs.
Harrington,
your
nephew
plays
the
flute
His
shoes
are
always
shiny
and
he
wears
a
brand
new
suit
Oh
Mrs.
Harrington,
your
nephew
plays
the
flute
Mrs.
Harrington,
she
stood
up
not
much
taller
than
she
sat
She
gathered
her
belongings
and
she
straightened
up
her
hat
She
walked
out
in
the
street
to
hear
her
darling
nephew
play
And
he
warmed
the
cockles
of
her
heart
that
cold
St.
Patrick's
Day
He's
got
a
certain
way
about
him;
that
I
can't
dispute
Oh
Mrs.
Harrington,
your
nephew
plays
the
flute
The
delicate
young
Harrington
is
now
known
far
and
wide
For
the
lilting
song
you're
sure
to
hear
if
you
should
go
outside
And
if
you've
never
heard
his
song,
you're
bound
to
hear
it
soon
So
raise
your
pint
and
drink
a
toast
whene'er
you
hear
the
tune
He
certainly
does
have
a
knack;
that
fact
you
can't
refute
Oh
Mrs.
Harrington,
your
nephew
plays
the
flute
He
could
have
been
a
pharmacist,
but
now
that
point
is
moot
Oh
Mrs.
Harrington,
your
nephew
plays
the
flute
He's
very
schooled
and
somewhat
known
for
being
quite
astute
Oh
Mrs.
Harrington,
your
nephew
plays
the
flute
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