No. 19 - Dance
No. 20 - Song - Pharaoh and Ladies - "Lovely Woman."
Pharaoh: | A lovely woman is a joy To ev'ry man with eyes, And all his wit he will employ To gain her as his prize; But though we frequently are told That beauty is a snare, Of beauty, quite as much as gold, We like to get our share. But we find when our beauty is won That our trouble has only begun, We must not be jealous Or else she may tell us That home to her mother she'll run! |
Ladies: | We find when our beauty is won That our trouble has only begun, |
Pharaoh: | She will say if we're hurt At her wanting to flirt, Do you fancy you've married a nun? |
Pharaoh: | My first affair was long ago, You may have heard her name, 'Twas Cleopatra — and we know Her beauty brought her fame. I told her if she'd be my bride I'd shield her from all shocks, And she could cast all care aside And daily darn my socks! But I'm rather inclined to admit That although she had beauty and wit, She was well over forty, Inclined to be naughty; We should not have suited a bit! |
Ladies: | But we're rather inclined to admit That although she had beauty and wit, |
Pharaoh: | Suicide with a snake Was a silly mistake But I don't think she knew that it bit! |
Pharaoh: | My fond affections then I set On Helen fair of Troy! My single woes I would forget In dreams of double joy! Another reason I could see For choosing one so fair, That she and I would truly be A most romantic pair! But I find there is always the chance That you may have too much of romance, And Helen of Troy, Though a beautiful toy, Is a doll that may lead you a dance! |
Ladies: | We find there is always the chance That you may have too much of romance, |
Pharaoh: | Still she did not consent And to Paris she went, But it wasn't the Paris in France! |
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