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No. 5 - Finale Act I and Song - Betty - "Cinderella."
| Betty: | It was a little kitchen-maid Beside the fire one night she stayed, And she was quite alone, by chance, For all the rest were at a dance. Her old Godmother flew in To pay an evening call, And said, "What, only you in? Why aren't you at the ball?" |
| Chorus: | At the ball. |
| Betty: | Never mind, Cinderella, 'twill all come right, You shall go to the ball tonight In a wonderful gown of silk brocade, Ah! You will find admiration in many eyes And I'm sure they won't recognise Cinderella, the kitchen-maid. |
| Betty: | She took her pumpkin coach and four, And little shoes of glass she wore; Her Godmother said, "Off you go, But don't stay after twelve, you know!" And in the ballroom dancing She made a great success. The Prince said, "He entrancing, She must be a Princess!" |
| Chorus: | Fair Princess! |
| Men: | Oh, dear me! Cinderella had such a time Until midnight began to chime, For she didn't quite know how long she'd stayed. |
| Betty: | Ah! Then you see, As she fled thro' the palace door, Well, she somehow became once more Cinderella, the kitchen-maid. |
| Chorus: | Why, that's good, Really she's wonderful! She'd be the latest rage If she was on the stage And had a chance to sing and dance. |
| Men: | Come for a dance with us,
don't be afraid. Any of us will be flattered, Don't say you're only a poor kitchen-maid; Just as if anything mattered! |
| All: | Let's have the time of our lives tonight, Don't you give in to your pater! Daddy is gone, so it's quite all right, Go on and sup, keep it up. |
| Victor: | What would you like, I will give you your choice, Pekinese dog, or a car, Rolls-Royce? Diamond bracelet or anything small, Choose what you wish, or ask for them all! |
| Jotte: | Order your dresses and pay when you can, I'll get it out of the happy man! |
| Victor: | Have what you like, just mention what, Only ask your Vic! |
| Jotte: | Only tell your Jotte! |
| Men: | Ask what you like, just tell us what, |
| Victor & Jotte: | And we're good for the blessed lot. |
| Chicquette: (to Gerard) |
You are looking at her like I don't know what, Well, you must not! |
| Gerard: | Well, it doesn't matter-- I'm not looking at her, don't talk rot! |
| Dolly: (to Victor) |
All the girls will go for you upon the spot, You'll get it hot! |
| David: (to Betty) |
Come with me and drop the lot you've got, Great Scott, why not? Eh, what! |
| Girls: (to men) |
You are looking at her like I don't know what, Well, you must not! No, it isn't proper, You must simply drop her like a shot. When we all are waiting on the very spot, This is too hot! For you said you cared for us a lot, You've not forgot? We've not! |
| Betty: | Ah, though I know it's a dream, a joke, Still it's exceedingly pleasant! I should be sad if so soon I awoke — Don't wake me up for the present! |
| Men: | Don't be afraid, you're awake all right. |
| Betty: | Thank you, my lords and my ladies! That's kind of you, but I've work I must do, So I must just say good-night! |
| Betty (after dialogue): You're joking! | |
| Gerard: | I'm not! I mean to marry you, I give my word! |
| Girls: | Is this a joke? It's too absurd! |
| Victor: | He's mad! |
| Gerard: | No, no! If you say "yes," I'm much obliged to you, My father says I've got to take a wife; And you're the girl I rather think will do. So say the word, we'll start on married life. |
| Men: | The lad is dotty, that's quite clear! |
| Gerard: | Well, shall I kneel to you — Ahh! As in romances? Is that the sort of stuff a maiden fancies? Just hear how my heart is wildly throbbing! Observe how I am madly burning, yearning, sobbing! |
| Betty: | Can all be nothing but a dream, This hope of happiness supreme, And shall I wake again to lose it If I dare choose it? And yet my heart is telling me That as he says, it is to be; How strange and wonderful it seems, I'm Duchess of Dreams! |
| Dolly: | It's really time this joke was done. It's wretched form and very little fun. She's not a girl to treat that way, And if you do, I don't intend to stay. |
| Chicquette: | Oh, let her go, she bores me so, Just pack her off downstairs below! She's rather raw in style and looks, If I were you I'd send her to the..... |
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Page modified 9 October 2016