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No. 4 - Quartet - Bella, Jeanie, Lyndale & Widdicombe - "Cantering."
| Bella: | Oh, who will over the downs, Away from the smoky towns, With no one to care what you may wear In the way of hats and gowns? |
| Lyndale: | So come for a ride with me, With never a Number Three — A glorious race with the wind in your face Over the downs so free! |
| All: | Cantering, cantering, cantering, cantering, Over the downs so free! A hat or a Tam o' Shanter, A habit or something scanter — You gallop or trot, or, best of the lot, You can canter, canter, canter! Oh, what a splendid day, Going cantering, cantering, cantering, cantering, Cantering right away! |
| Jeanie: | Oh, who will over the sands, With pierrots and German bands, And if you should need a noble steed, You can try the donkey stands! |
| Widdicombe: | You come for a ride with me, Some holiday by the sea, The beast will go quick if you give him the stick Over his back so free! |
| All: | Cantering, cantering, cantering, cantering, Over the beach till tea! No matter how trippers banter, You give him a whack instanter! And then if he rears you hold by his ears As you canter, canter, canter! Don't mind what people say, But go cantering, cantering, cantering, cantering, Cantering right away! |
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Page modified 17 November 2016