Act 1 No. 2
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No. 2 - Chorus of Bridesmaids
| Bridesmaids: | We're all of us lovely and young, |
| Chorus: | Young! |
| Bridesmaids: | So draw no distinction between us — And when we take hands and bathe from the sands, Observers compare us to Venus — |
| Chorus: | To Venus! |
| Bridesmaids: | She rose, so the poets have sung, |
| Chorus: | Sung! |
| Bridesmaids: | From foam by Cerulean tides made; Her dress we admit would hardly be fit For dear Mrs. Hoppings's bridesmaid! |
| 1st. Bridesmaid: | We're in fact just the kind To attract heart and mind, Just the sort men like you Come to court, wish to woo. If you do, I'm afraid That I too, though so staid, May decide to be bride, Not a maid. |
| All: | Ah! They're perfectly dressed for their part, With nothing that's formal or stiff on, But lace that is quite a dream of delight, And charming confections of chiffon. You'll own that the dressmaker's art Has really remarkable strides made; No former princess could vie with the dress Of dear Mrs. Hoppings's bridesmaid! No former princess could vie with the dress Of dear Mrs. Hoppings's bridesmaid! |
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