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No. 13 - Duet - Rosalie and Girdle - "Delights of London."
| Rosalie: | I'd like to go on a London spree, |
| Girdle: | Then come with me! |
| Rosalie: | I'll come to tea. Of course I want a nice one. |
| Girdle: | What price one? |
| Both: | What price one? |
| Girdle: | We're bound to drop on a tea-shop near. |
| Rosalie: | That isn't dear. |
| Girdle: | That isn't dear. It's what we've ev'ryone done In London. |
| Both: | In London. (after dialogue:) Come for a London spree, If you would like a lark, Try a tea-shop, A. B. C. shop, Just like a London clerk. If you attempt to tip, All of the girls will frown. It's really ripping When they don't have tipping At a tea-shop up in town! |
| Rosalie: | Of London life I am curious, |
| Girdle: | Then take a 'bus, |
| Rosalie: | An omnibus! |
| Girdle: | A lot you will pick up hence For twopence! |
| Both: | For twopence! |
| Rosalie: | I'll go on top, in a garden chair. |
| Girdle: | The driver's there! |
| Rosalie: | The driver's there! You sit down just behind him, And mind him! |
| Both: | I'll/You mind him! (after dialogue:) Come for a City ride, That is the thing for you; Bet a fiver that the driver Tells you a lot that's new. Stick to a seat outside, Mind that you don't fall down, You'll know the 'buses and the complicated cusses Of the drivers up in town! |
| Rosalie: | I'm always fond of a little dance When I've the chance, |
| Girdle: | You'll get the chance! You'll find in all positions Musicians. |
| Both: | Musicians. |
| Girdle: | Piano organs you can meet Up any street. |
| Rosalie: | That will be sweet, I'll dance while you are minding The grinding. |
| Both: | The grinding. (after dialogue:) Come for a gratis free Cake-walk in open air, Making figures like the (black men) Out in a London square! Dance on until you see Some stern policeman frown, To the gay piano of a bold Italiano In the streets of London town! |
| Girdle: | You may some day be a London nurse, |
| Rosalie: | I might do worse. |
| Girdle: | A great deal worse! |
| Rosalie: | And I should walk out, maybe, With baby. |
| Both: | With baby! |
| Rosalie: | I'd like to look at the Palace Yard And see the guard. |
| Girdle: | You'll see the guard, In all his manly beauty On duty, |
| Both: | On duty. (after dialogue:) Come for a little walk, Sauntering to and fro, Where the sentry in the entry Paces on sentry-go! He's not allowed to talk, But then his gun's laid down, He will look bewitching when his cane he's switching With the nicest nurse in town! |
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Page modified 3 November 2016