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No. 22 - Duet - Mina and Schnapps
| Schnapps: | In a little coat of straw Stood a bottle of Schnapps; He was, when his face you saw, The merriest of chaps. |
| Mina: | Near, a syphon blandly sat, Pale and rather blue, Still she sparkled, never flat, And bubbled the whole day through. Schnapps, he loved her truly, Proposed to her each day; Schnapps she pondered duly, And turned her face away. |
| Schnapps: | Pop! pop! pop! went the question, Sadly she accused him. Pop! Pop! |
| Mina: | Pop! went a cork, Each time that she refused him. |
| Both: | She would soothe him When he took more than he ought'er. He was a bottle of Schnapps, And she a syphon of "So-oh-ho-da wa-a-a-a-ter!" |
| Schnapps: | One dark night a hand he saw, Groping on the shelf; Off came Schnapps's coat of straw, And off he was snatch'd himself. |
| Mina: | Did he hear the syphon sigh, As she watch'd him go? How he laugh'd when, by and bye, They took her upstairs also! |
| Schnapps: | "Is it not cold weather?" Schnapps ventured with a choke. "We go so well together," Said Schnapps, "and that's a joke!" |
| Both: | Pop! pop! pop! went the question, Sadly she accused him. Pop! pop! pop! went a cork, Each time that she refused him. She would soothe him When he took more than he ought'er. He was a bottle of Schnapps, And she a syphon of "So-oh-ho-da wa-a-a-a-ter!" |
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