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No. 22 - Duet - Babori and Girdle - "Under and Over Forty."
| Babori: | When a man is young, under thirty-five, He is handsomer, stronger and sounder; And he bounds with joy that he's all alive, |
| Girdle: | And in fact he's a perfect bounder! When a man is over his fortieth year, By experience he can profit, And he knows what's what, and his head is clear, |
| Babori: | So it is, for the hair is off it! Under forty orders dry champagne, |
| Girdle: | Over forty takes a whisky plain, |
| Babori: | Under forty with "no trumps" begins. |
| Girdle: | Over forty doubles him and wins. |
| Both: | Over, under, which is it I wonder, Which would you rather be? |
| Girdle's words: | A youth so slim who is just like him, Or a deep old dog like me, A deep old dog like me? |
| Babori: | When the young man goes to the play one night, He thinks that the stage is Heaven, And he loves the heroine dressed in white, |
| Girdle: | She is not over fifty-seven. But the elder sees a girl on the stage Who has never a line to utter, And she's only seventeen years of age, |
| Babori: | And as dull as bread and butter! Under forty is a young man's way, |
| Girdle: | Goes to Music Halls to see ballet. Jumps inside and then the door is slamm'd. |
| Babori: | Under forty murmurs "well I'm ****!" |
| Both: | Over, under, which is it I wonder, Which has the finest spree? |
| Babori's words: | A bald old chap who should wear a cap, Or a fine young man like me, A fine young man like me? |
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