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No. 25 - Song - Mimosa - Love! Love!
| Mimosa: | Upon your bride So coy and cold When once I've tried The charms I hold, And o'er her cast My magic spell, She'll own at last She loves you well! Ha! ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! ha! No proud disdain She'll then express But turn your brain With soft caress; With blush that speaks A world of bliss, Your tender cheeks She'll softly kiss! Ha! ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! Love! love! come at my call! Love! love! shedding on all Tint of the rosebud and glamour of gold; Weaving your wonders through ages untold! |
| Chorus: | Love! |
| Mimosa: | Ha! ha! |
| Chorus: | Love! |
| Mimosa: | ha! ha! |
| Chorus: | ...come at our call! Love! love! shedding on all Tint of the rosebud and glamour of gold; |
| Mimosa: | Weaving your wonders through ages untold! |
| Mimosa: | The charm will soon Her heart expand From more till noon She'll squeeze your hand; From noon till night With garlands fair Of daisies white She'll crown your hair! Ha! ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! ha! When none can hear Excepting you, She'll call you Dear! And Darling! too; Unless you check This tender flow, Around your neck Her arms she'll throw! Ha! ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! Love! love! come at my call! Love! love! shedding on all Tint of the rosebud and glamour of gold; Weaving your wonders through ages untold! |
| Chorus: | Love! |
| Mimosa: | Ha! ha! |
| Chorus: | Love! |
| Mimosa: | ha! ha! |
| Chorus: | ...come at our call! Love! love! shedding on all Tint of the rosebud and glamour of gold; Weaving your wonders through ages, through ages untold! |
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Page modified 4 December 2016