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No. 14 - Finale Act I
| Chorus: | Here is news that's really very unpleasant! We've been patiently waiting all the day, But our time is wasted up to the present — Monsieur Babori has to go away! No legal adviser could be wiser; We like to consult him when we can; Oh! tell us, why is he Such a busy, busy man. Here is news that's really very unpleasant! We've been patiently waiting all the day, Now we'll have to go, we'll have to go away! |
| Mrs. Girdle: | Let 'em think we're going to Boulogne, Pretty spot! If the simple truth were really known, We are not! Girdle, why don't you Travel with us too? You could sniff in plenty of ozone-- Yes, a lot! |
| Girdle: | My love! I'm rather indisposed today, So with the children I had better stay! So with the children I had better stay! Could I leave these tender two, Stephen-Henry, Emmy-Lou, With their innocence and grace In this unenlighten'd place? When the voice of conscience spoke, Could I treat it as a joke? No! a father's heart forbids, I will stop and mind the kids! |
| Babori: | Ah! so you're off, a change of air My little little wifey seeks! You'll come back looking still more fair With roses on your cheeks! |
| Chorus: | And so she's off, a change of air His little little wifey seeks! Ah yes! indeed the truth he speaks She'll soon have roses on her cheeks! |
| Dulcie: | Oh dear, I cannot help feeling A little bit sad and afraid, This seems such underhand dealing, Suppose a mistake has been made. Sometimes my husband is charming, Although you can't always believe him; He may do something alarming, If once we begin to deceive him! |
| Baroness: | I mustn't now be seen with you, I'll meet you by and by; And don't forget our rendezvous, The Crimson Butterfly! |
| Chorus: | He's fond of any blonde, Of any blonde so fond is he; He'll let a sweet brunette Go walking in his company; He'll smile a little while At any shade of maid you bring; He'll kiss that one or this — He's not capricious in the Spring. He's fond of any blonde, Of any blonde so fond is he; He'll let a sweet brunette Go walking in his company; He'll smile a little while At any shade of maid you bring; He'll kiss that one or this — He's not capricious in the Spring. |
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