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No. 6 - Song - Girdle and Chorus - "Not so very old."
| Girdle: | I'm slightly past the age of thirty-one, And all the many foolish things I've done Only constitute a clue To the things I'm going to do, For I've just got old enough to have some fun. I'm ready at this moment for a kiss, dears, And a dance that is a chance I wouldn't miss, dears, For not yet do I forget How to turn a pirouette, Look at this, dears, "Oh, I can't be so very old," you see, My age a Romeo reveals, For a woman, says the book, Is as old as she may look, But a man is as old as he feels. A girl remarked the other morning, "Oh! you're a naughty old man, I'm told." Said I, "I may be naughty, But I'd have you know, I'm not so very old." |
| Chorus: | "Oh, he can't be so very old," you see, His age a Romeo reveals, For a woman, says the book, Is as old as she may look, But a man is as old as he feels. A girl remarked the other morning, "Oh! you're a naughty old man, I'm told." Said he, "I may be naughty, But I'd have you know, I'm not so very old." |
| Girdle: | The other day I heard a funny joke; I remember'd it this morning when I woke, So I told it to a friend, And he waited to the end, It was all about a coster and his moke. I may not have repeated it quite rightly, But I spread it out an hour, and told it brightly, I told him it was true, And I said I think it's new; He smiled politely. "Oh, it can't be so very old," said he, "Its charms will never, never fade, It's not as ancient as the tale Of Jonah and the whale, Or the jokes that Methusaleh made, In Punch, some five-and-twenty years ago, I saw that little story told, They've got it in again this week, and so It can't be very old." |
| Chorus: | "Oh, it can't be so very old," said he, "Its charms will never, never fade, It's not as ancient as the tale Of Jonah and the whale, Or the jokes that Methusaleh made, In Punch, some five-and-twenty years ago, I saw that little story told, They've got it in again this week, and so It can't be very old." |
| Girdle: | I went into a shop to buy a cheese, An ever fickle palate to appease, Now I never did care much For a Cheddar or a Dutch, So I said I want a Stilton if you please. I was wearing in my coat some sweet mimosa, And I drew the fragrant sprig a trifle closer, And the shop-man then I told Not to send me one too old, He said "No, sir!" "Now this can't be so very old," said he, "It's feeling very well and strong, And it's looking nice and brown, After seven months in town, It'll join in a topical song. It takes a lot of exercise you know, To keep itself free from cold, Just now it's practising the cake-walk, so It can't be very old!" |
| Chorus: | "Now this can't be so very old," said he, "It's feeling very well and strong, And it's looking nice and brown, After seven months in town, It'll join in a topical song. It takes a lot of exercise you know, To keep itself free from cold, Just now it's practising the cake-walk, so It can't be very old!" |
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Page modified 4 November 2016