Touch Of The Master's Hand Lyrics

'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin
But held it up with a smile
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What am I bidden, good folks, he cried
Who'll start the bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar, then two! Only two?
Two dollars, and who'll make it three