Strophe

 1   1|         own creation. Humbug, I tell you; humbug!'' ~At this
 2   1|       said Scrooge, trembling. "Tell me why?'' ~"I wear the chain
 3   1| imploringly. "Old Jacob Marley, tell me more. Speak comfort to
 4   1|         kinds of men. Nor can I tell you what I would. A very
 5   1|     that you can see, I may not tell. I have sat invisible beside
 6   1|   enshrouded them, he could not tell. But they and their spirit
 7   2|         bed were drawn aside, I tell you, by a hand. Not the
 8   2|         that's not high praise, tell me higher, and I'll use
 9   2|     with steadiness, upon him; "tell me, would you seek me out
10   3|         had never felt before, "tell me if Tiny Tim will live.'' ~"
11   3|     niece. "At least you always tell me so.'' ~"What of that,
12   3|        city. "Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your
13   4|         it, but I know not how. Tell me what man that was whom
14   4|    lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the
15   5|     earnest. Go and buy it, and tell 'em to bring it here, that
16   5|   yesterday, sir.'' ~"Now, I'll tell you what, my friend,'' said