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No. 20 - Dance
No. 21 - Song - Van Vuyt and Chorus of Girls
| Van Vuyt: | Had you and I met in those far distant days that are past, I must have been to your madd'ning charms a victim at last. But life is a diff'rent thing today; when wooing I start, There must either be love — yes, or nothing at all, in my heart. Little Liqueurs, leave me alone, I've got a Little Liqueur of my own, Buoyant and bright, sparkling and light, Pure as the moon-beams that flicker at night! Little Liqueurs, cannot you see There is another that fascinates me? Those are the sips none can eclipse, My Little Liqueur. |
| That you are attractive, I quite candidly must confess, Your colour so brilliant and bewild'ring, more or less. Time was when I must have worshipp'd day and night at your shrine, Will you not understand? Will you sneer at this coldness of mine? Little Liqueurs, leave me alone, I've got a Little Liqueur of my own, Buoyant and bright, sparkling and light, Pure as the moon-beams that flicker at night! Little Liqueurs, cannot you see There is another that fascinates me? Those are the sips none can eclipse, My Little Liqueur. |
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| Girls: | Little Liqueur, leave me alone, I've a Liqueur of my own, my own, Sparkling and bright, |
| Van Vuyt: | Little Liqueurs, cannot you see There is another that fascinates me? Those are the sips none can eclipse, My Little Liqueur. |
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