Genuine, a fantastic revue

In the living-room a man on a sofa is laying
 Two strangers at the door and one is knocking
 The man stands and opens the great wooden door
 The one who knows the host tells the other visitor
 An old man with top hat and a dark walking stick
 Gets through the wooden door and says without a trick
 "I want to buy the portrait of this old heroine"
 "I'll never sell this one not even to a king"
 "since he finished his last work
 Percy's gone wild and casts strange lurks
 Like a mad man who went too far
 His oil is the cause let's take it afar"
 "come back tomorrow" says the painter's friend
 "Sir, maybe tomorrow in a sale it'll end
 tonight, we'll try to make his mind change
 and off with the oil, Sir, thou might get a chance"
 "since he finished his last work
 Percy's gone wild and casts strange lurks
 Like a mad man who went too far
 His oil is the cause let's take it afar"
 All eve long young ones tried to convince him
 To let the old man by this sale enrich him
 The talks are loud and words are high
 "Nothing to do but leave him tonight"
 All alone the painter stares at his work
 There's a woman face with dark and long hair
 Percy takes a book and reads it aloud
 "beautiful & perverse, Genuine a slave was made
 Priestess of mysteries bought by a strange old man"
 He falls asleep and the portrait comes alive
 And dressed with black ribbons lays by his side