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No. 2 - Song - Moozoo-May and Chorus
| Moozoo-May: | The rose of June can feel no sorrow, It never droops or says "Ah me," It never sees a sad tomorrow, But greets each day with rapture free. Why should a girl so young and charming Be less confiding than the rose? For me this life holds naught alarming, Each morning will new joys disclose. |
| Chorus: | She's like the rose that blooms in June. |
| Moozoo-May: | I'm like the rose that blooms in June. |
| Chorus: | She gives no thought to afternoon. |
| Moozoo-May: | I give no thought to afternoon. Like a rosebud red I can hang my head, I can sway and pose like the drooping rose. But I'm not a flow'r of a passing hour, I'm a happy little singing girl, I'm a jolly, pleasure bringing girl. For I'm a dainty little Moozoo-May, Clever little Moozoo-May, When the shamosen I'm playing, Come the men from far and near. Most bewitching Moozoo-May, Quite entrancing Moozoo-May, Fascinating, captivating, little Moozoo-May. |
| Chorus: | Dainty little Moozoo-May, Clever little Moozoo-May, When the shamosen she's playing, Come the men from far and near. Most bewitching Moozoo-May, Quite entrancing Moozoo-May, Fascinating, captivating, little Moozoo-May. |
| Moozoo-May: | The rose of June is not retiring, It wears a manner most serene, And smiles on other buds aspiring To be as lovely as their queen. Why should a girl of matchless beauty Her many charming traits disown? If she excels it is her duty To lift her head and bloom alone. |
| Chorus: | She's like the rose in this respect. |
| Moozoo-May: | I'm like the rose in this respect. |
| Chorus: | A fragrant thing without defect. |
| Moozoo-May: | A fragrant thing without defect. Like a rosebud red I can hang my head, I can sway and pose like the drooping rose. But I'm not a flow'r of a passing hour, I'm a happy little singing girl, I'm a jolly, pleasure bringing girl. For I'm a dainty little Moozoo-May, Clever little Moozoo-May, When the shamosen I'm playing, Come the men from far and near. Most bewitching Moozoo-May, Quite entrancing Moozoo-May, Fascinating, captivating, little Moozoo-May. |
| Chorus: | Dainty little Moozoo-May, Clever little Moozoo-May, When the shamosen she's playing, Come the men from far and near. Most bewitching Moozoo-May, Quite entrancing Moozoo-May, Fascinating, captivating, little Moozoo-May. |
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American Musical Theatre | The Sho-Gun
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