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| No. 3 — TRIO (WINIFRED, LADY BUSHEY and HORACE) |
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| Lady Bushey. | ||
| My smelling salts get And my gilt vinaigrette, |
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| For I own that I need a reviver; | ||
| When I find that a girl Who is fit for an earl |
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| Is beloved by an omnibus driver! | ||
| To beauty and birth In the dust of the earth |
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| Such a person should grovel and wallow, | ||
| To think he should dare To make love to a fare — |
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| Oh! I wonder whatever will follow? | ||
| Winifred, Lady Bushey and Horace. | |||
| A brougham or phaeton my lady could stand, A carriage of state or a smart four-in-hand, A single horse shay, or a shanderydand, A single horse shay, or a shanderydand, |
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| But a bus is too bitter, too bitter, too bitter, | |||
| A bus is too bitter to swallow, | |||
| But a bus is too bitter, too bitter, too bitter, | |||
| A bus is too bitter to swallow! | |||
| Horace. | ||
| Proud lady who mocks Should mount on the box, |
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| And keep all her sneers in abeyance | ||
| Until she has tried The practical side |
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| Of driving a public conveyance. | ||
| Winifred. | ||
| Oh! pity the girl That you meant for an earl, |
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| For Society's fickle and hollow; | ||
| I'm sick of its charms, So I fly to the arms |
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| Of this omnibus driving Appollo. | ||
| Winifred, Lady Bushey and Horace. | |||
| A brougham or phaeton my lady could stand, A carriage of state or a smart four-in-hand, A single horse shay, or a shanderydand, A single horse shay, or a shanderydand, |
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| But a bus is too bitter, too bitter, too bitter, | |||
| A bus is too bitter to swallow, | |||
| But a bus is too bitter, too bitter, too bitter, | |||
| A bus is too bitter to swallow! | |||
Exit Lady Bushey with Winifred left. Horace gazes sorrowfully after them,
then exit into cottage right.
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