.The old archduke with the Death Rattle Blues sat hacking up a lung
And in his grief he grit his teeth and bit off half his tongue
He called for the coppersmith to come, and ten able-bodied men
To craft a contraption to patch him up, and this is what they sing:
Hasten ye fellows! Fast.
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