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No. 8 - Duet - Rosa and Tommy
| Tommy: | I'm a little messenger, Summoned by a call; I should very much prefer To be big and tall. I would be a bobby then, Very great and grand, Stopping all the traffic when I held up my hand! |
| Rosa: | I would be a nursemaid neat, Trying hard to cross the street! |
| Rosa: | Oh, policeman, hold me tight! |
| Tommy: | All right, miss! |
| Rosa: | Hansoms give me such a fright! |
| Tommy: | All right, miss! |
| Rosa: | Come and see us Saturday, When the Missis is away! |
| Rosa: | I'm a little lady's maid Always on the go, For my lady wants my aid Ev'ry hour or so! But I dearly wish I were Just a sailor lad, Furling up the spinnaker On an Iron-clad! |
| Tommy: | I would be the bos'n stout, And I'd order you about! |
| Tommy: | Reef your fo'c'stle mizenhead! |
| Rosa: | Aye, aye, sir! |
| Tommy: | Haul your wind and heave the lead! |
| Rosa: | Aye, aye, sir! |
| Both: | Douse your jib when you've a chance, Pipe all hands for grog and dance! |
| Rosa: | If I could be born a boy That would not be bad, For I would enlist with joy As a soldier lad! I would wear a khaki kit, Paint my buttons brown; None could see me, not a bit, Till I shot them down! |
| Tommy: | I'd be sergeant to you still, And I'd put you through your drill. |
| Tommy: | 'Tention, number from the right! |
| Rosa: | One, two, three! |
| Tommy: | Eyes right! March! You are a sight! |
| Rosa: | One, two, three! |
| Both: | Shoulder arms! fix magazine! Forward! Soldiers of the Queen! |
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