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THE BUZZ SAW, - A TRAGEDY.

SUFFERING SOUL. - Sing on ! O saw ! O saw, sing on!

SAW. - Whir-r-r-r-r-e!e!e!e!e! Buzz-z-z-z-z! sing on!

SUF. SOUL. - Sweet saw, thy dulcet song has power to soothe

The inward troubles of a tortured mind;

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For memory of a disappointed love

Was never yet with ear-ache dire combined.

Now, once again thy screeching treble raise

High o'er thy busy brethren's duller clang.

SAW. - Wah-ah-ah-ow-ow-ow-hay I z-z-z-z! cher-wang.

SUF. SOUL. - Thanks! A most gracious comforter thou

When sorrow weighs our spirits down like lead;

For none need suffer with a breaking heart

When thou art near to split his aching head.

Sing one more strain, I know 't will be the last

I'll ask of thee, - my dead march to the tomb!

SAW (con spirito) - Whe-e-e-e-e-e-er-r-r-r-whoo! oo! oo! oo! oop.

oop! BOOM!

SUF. SOUL (throws himself on the saw and dies).

Williams Review.

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