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Poor Professor Higgins!

Poor Professor Higgins!

Night and day

He slaves away!

Oh, poor Professor Higgins!

All day long

On his feet;

Up and down until he’s numb;

Doesn’t rest;

Doesn’t eat;

Doesn’t touch a crumb!

Poor Professor Higgins!

Poor Professor Higgins!

On he plods

Against all odds;

Oh, poor Professor Higgins!

Nine p.

m

Ten p.

m

On through midnight ev’ry night

One a.

m

Two a.

m

Three!!!

Quit, Professor Higgins!

Quit, Professor Higgins!

Hear our plea

Or payday we

Will quit, Professor Higgins!

Ay not I

O not Ow

Pounding pounding in our brain

Ay not I

O not Ow

Don’t say «Rine,» say «Rain»

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!

By George, she’s got it!

By George, she’s got it!

Now, once again where does it rain?

On the plain!

On the plain!

And where’s that soggy plain?

In Spain!

In Spain!

The three

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!

In Hartford, Hereford, and Hampshire???

Hurricanes hardly happen

How kind of you to let me come!

Now once again, where does it rain?

On the plain!

On the plain!

And where’s that blasted plain?

In Spain!

In Spain!

The three

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!