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No. 22 - Quartet - Peggy, Winnie, Sam, Frank and Chorus - "Good Night"
| Quartet: | The Fates be kind to us tonight, For we are in a horrid mess, Two maidens in a woeful plight, Two damsels fair in sore distress. We vainly voice our/your girlish pain, In vain with sobs we/you shape our/your curls [Hélène:] On a sea-girt cliff grew a budding rose, And oh! she was fair to see, And lovers two there came to woo, The breeze and the bumble-bee, The breeze and the bumble-bee, She laughed at the breeze's ardent plea Though he wooed her the whole day long, But straight to her heart flew the bumble-bee, As he sang her this tender song. Wild Rose, little wild Rose, You're the world to me, Tho' you reign serenely, Fair and queenly, I'm but a humble bumble-bee, Wild Rose, little wild Rose, All through my life I shall love you Dearly, sincerely, my own little Rose. Then the jealous breeze drew an angry breath, And he cried "You are false to me!" And a blast he blew till her petals flew Over the tossing sea, Over the tossing sea, And the bee flew out o'er the tossing main Where the waves her petals bore, But he ne'er came back to the cliff again Where he sang his song of yore. Wild Rose, little wild Rose, You're the world to me, Tho' you reign serenely, Fair and queenly, I'm but a humble bumble-bee, Wild Rose, little wild Rose, All through my life I shall love you Dearly, sincerely, my own little Rose. (Soloist sings Ah! while chorus hums...) Mmm [Chorus:] Dearly, sincerely, my own little Rose. My own little Rose. my own little Rose. Boys will be boys,[Hélène:] On a sea-girt cliff grew a budding rose, And oh! she was fair to see, And lovers two there came to woo, The breeze and the bumble-bee, The breeze and the bumble-bee, She laughed at the breeze's ardent plea Though he wooed her the whole day long, But straight to her heart flew the bumble-bee, As he sang her this tender song. Wild Rose, little wild Rose, You're the world to me, Tho' you reign serenely, Fair and queenly, I'm but a humble bumble-bee, Wild Rose, little wild Rose, All through my life I shall love you Dearly, sincerely, my own little Rose. Then the jealous breeze drew an angry breath, And he cried "You are false to me!" And a blast he blew till her petals flew Over the tossing sea, Over the tossing sea, And the bee flew out o'er the tossing main Where the waves her petals bore, But he ne'er came back to the cliff again Where he sang his song of yore. Wild Rose, little wild Rose, You're the world to me, Tho' you reign serenely, Fair and queenly, I'm but a humble bumble-bee, Wild Rose, little wild Rose, All through my life I shall love you Dearly, sincerely, my own little Rose. (Soloist sings Ah! while chorus hums...) Mmm [Chorus:] Dearly, sincerely, my own little Rose. My own little Rose. my own little Rose. you/we plead in vain, For you're/we're the boys who would be girls. |
| Chorus: | The Fates be kind to you tonight, For you are in a woeful plight. Good-night! Good-night, We're sorry that we have not been good as young ladies should be, Tonight into mischief alas we've been led, And that's why we're pack'd off so early to bed. Good-night, Good-night, We're sorry that we have not been good as young ladies should be, Good-night, Good-night, we're pack'd off to bed, good-night. |
| Quartet: | Good-night, |
| Chorus: | Good-night, |
| Quartet: | Good-night, |
| Chorus: | We're off to bed, |
| All: | Good-night! |
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Page modified 15 November 2016