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No. 3 - Song - Otto and Chorus - "The Well Beloved."
| Otto: | Who is my well beloved, do you ask, Your question, comrades, makes me pause and ponder. To find that well beloved is my task; In search of her o'er all the world I wander. Sometimes I think I find her, oh, what joy! At last I know my well beloved's real. But soon, alas! her kiss begins to cloy, And then I know she is not my ideal. I've called her Lisa, Betta, Gretchen, Joan, Matilda, Mary Ann, her names are many; Yet none turned out the vision that I own: What is her real name; or has she any? Is she dark, or fair, or fascinating, A coquette or serious, Cold and proud, or simply captivating; This ideal mysterious? Will she woo, or will she lure me warily; What is our fatality? Loves she long or only temporarily She my ideality. |
| Chorus: | Is she dark, or fair, or fascinating, A coquette or serious, Cold and proud, or simply captivating; |
| All: | This ideal mysterious? |
| Otto: | Me thought I found her once, a dairymaid; I saw her foot, and knew I was mistaken; I found her once, in silk and gems arrayed; I heard her past; my faith in her was shaken. A flashing-eyed brunette of me was fond, I swore she was my well beloved surely; But two days later a delicious blonde Monopolised me, smiling so demurely. My well beloved's sometimes plump and short, And sometimes she is very tall and slender; I love these varied lips, these motley eyes; To ev'ry beauty my heart is tender. Is she dark, or fair, or fascinating, A coquette or serious, Cold and proud, or simply captivating; This ideal mysterious? Will she woo, or will she lure me warily; What is our fatality? Loves she long or only temporarily She my ideality. |
| Chorus: | Is she dark, or fair, or fascinating, A coquette or serious, Cold and proud, or simply captivating; |
| All: | This ideal mysterious? |
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