Songs of a Savoyard/Blue Blood

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BLUE BLOOD.

SPURN not the nobly born
With love affected,
Nor treat with virtuous scorn
The well connected.
High rank involves no shame—
I boast an equal claim
With him of humble name
To be respected!
Blue blood! Blue blood!
When virtuous love is sought,
Thy power is naught,
Though dating from the Flood,
Blue blood!

Spare me the bitter pain
Of stern denials,
Nor with lowborn disdain
Augment my trials.
Hearts just as pure and fair
May beat in Belgrave Square
As in the lowly air
Of Seven Dials!
Blue blood! Blue blood!
Of what avail art thou
To serve me now?
Though dating from the Flood,
Blue blood!