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No. 18 - Duet - Rose and Rivers - "Stiboo, Stibee."
| Rivers: | Unlucky the morn on which I was born The youngest of several brothers! At college and school considered a fool, The prizes were given to others. |
| Rose: | But now that I've said I'm willing to wed This very unlucky young fellow, Don't grumble, my dear, or you'll find me I fear As jealous as any Othello! |
| Both: | For I am/love the most unlucky of men, But what is a chap/girl to do? Stiboo stibee stikittykyen Stiyickittyam stiboo! |
| Rivers: | I'm always in debt; at cards or roulette Misfortune knocks every plan down; I enter a horse who loses, of course, The Grand Military at Sandown! |
| Rose: | My counsel is vain, it's perfectly plain Bad luck is your favorite hobby; But oh! for the time remember that I'm Exceedingly fond of you, Bobby! |
| Both: | For I am/love the most unlucky of men, But what is a chap/girl to do? Stiboo stibee stikittykyen Stiyickittyam stiboo! |
| Rivers: | But what will you do, my darling so true, When stormy the wind and the weather? Oh, will you agree to face it with me, And chance ev'ry fortune together? |
| Rose: | Ah! surely you don't imagine I won't! I'm hurt at the very suggestion. For, Bobby, you know I'm engaged to you, so How can you ask me such a question? |
| Both: | For I'm/you're not the most unlucky of men, For/Your dear little Rose is true! Stiboo stibee stikittykyen Stiyickittyam stiboo! |
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Page modified 4 December 2016