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I was about 7 when I first started having violin lessons.
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Miss Trudy, she teaches all the girls to sing
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Miss Trudy, she teaches the violin
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But when the girls turned into pretty, pretty things she
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Dried her eyes and cried.
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Miss Trudy, she smashed up all her violins
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Miss Trudy, she taught all the girls to sing
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And when she cries, she cries only for her
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Her teardrops fall on my violin on the floor
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Miss Trudy, at least you taught the girls to sing
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From the album Bwyd Time