Shawn Phillips - Miniver Cheevy lyrics

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Shawn Phillips - Miniver Cheevy lyrics

Robinson-Phillips Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn Gruelling as he a**ailled the seasons He wept that he was ever born And he had reasons Miniver mourned the right renowned That made so many and named so fragrant He mourned romance now on the town And art a vagrant Miniver scorned the gold he sought But so annoyed was he without it Miniver thought and thought and thought And thought about it Miniver loved the medici Albeit, he had never seen one He would have sinned incessantly Could he have been one Miniver cursed the common place And eyed attack ye sooth with loathing He missed the medieval grave Of iron clothing Miniver Cheevy born too late Scratched his head and kept on thinking Miniver coughed and called it fate And kept on drinking