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No. 27 - Song - Mirabeau - "'Opeless ze state of me."
| Mirabeau: | 'Opeless ze state of me, Sad ees ze fate of me, Bygone ze date of me Left in my sorrow. Alice, she kisses me, Monsieur dismeeses me, Nobody wishes me After tomorrow. Pauvre leetle govairness, 'Usbandless, lovairless, Moi, I vould suffair less Dead in my coffeen. Von leetle foreigner Sat by zee corainer, No von vill morain her, Desolate, desolate offeen. |
| Oh, you big Ingleesmen, Von of you singles men, Reach out a 'and for me Sorrowful damsel. Zey are not few of zem, Alice 'as two of zem; Von vould be grande for me, Pauvre leetle Mam'zelle. Pauvre leetle govairness, 'Usbandless, lovairless, Moi, I vould suffair less Dead in my coffeen. Von leetle foreigner Sat by zee corainer, No von vill morain her, Desolate, desolate offeen. |
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