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No. 19 - Duet - Mdme. Brioche and Bobinot - "Babette and Bobinot"
| Mdme. Brioche: | When the silver moon was shining, We would roam in silence sweet. |
| Bobinet: | Love around our young hearts twining Like the brambles round our feet. |
| Mdme. Brioche: | Overhead the night jar twittered, In our faces flew the bats; |
| Bobinet: | Dainty ankles and rather neat hose Always seem to attract mosquitos, Not to mention gnats. Still, when your heart with rapture sings, Who minds bites or stings? (From wopses, bees or hornets) |
| Both: | Babette and Bobinot Out walking used to go, |
| Bobinet: | I always strode along like that, While you went pit-a-pat by the side of me! |
| Mdme. Brioche: | If it came on to rain, Hail, sleet or snow, |
| Both: | Still, nothing could upset Two lovers like Babette and Bobinot! |
| Mdme. Brioche: | Oft the happy spring time made you Burst into a song of joy. |
| Bobinet: | Then I'd come and serenade you Like a merry minstrel boy. |
| Mdme. Brioche: | You'd a voice of wondrous beauty Full of tender charm and grace; |
| Bobinet: | Was there ever its equal? Ah, no! It was something between soprano And a mezzo bass. Neighbours who heard my top B flats Threw old boots — dead cats — (And emptied jugs of water) |
| Both: | Babette and Bobinot Adored each other so, |
| Bobinet: | Under your window in the spring I would warble and sing like a nightingale, |
| Mdme. Brioche: | Though slightly off the key You used to go, |
| Both: | I'm sure no dicky birds Could sing in minor thirds like Bobinot. |
| Mdme. Brioche: | In the golden summer weather When the year was at its full, |
| Bobinet: | Strolling through a field together We met such a nasty bull. |
| Mdme. Brioche: | First it snorted, then it bellowed, Than it started giving chase; |
| Bobinet: | Something startled it, I presume, dear, Do you think it was your costume, dear? P'raps it was my face. We toddled off towards the gate But were just too late (The bull was such a sprinter) |
| Both: | Babette and Bobinot Sky high! they had to go, |
| Bobinet: | You came down soft but I fell hard Upon something that jarred my anatomy! |
| Mdme. Brioche: | Next morning I was bruised From top to toe, |
| Both: | When sitting down to meals You should have heard the squeals of Bobinot. |
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Page modified 7 January 2017