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No. 8 - Chorus of Lamentation
| Chorus: | Oh, will they sell our master up, Or take him off to gaol? And on the Tea House plaster up The notices of sale? Whatever will become of us If this should come to pass? It's bound to ruin some of us, Alas, alas, alas! Alas, alas, alas, alas! |
| Geisha: | Here's a dreadful blow — oh, oh! Filling us with woe — oh, oh! How could geisha know, oh, oh! Fate would treat them so, oh, oh! Pretty faces show |
| Chorus: | Oh, oh! |
| Geisha: | Tears that faster flow, |
| Chorus: | Oh, oh! |
| Geisha: | Please at prices low |
| Chorus: | Oh, oh! |
| Geisha: | Do not let us go, |
| All: | Oh, oh! Here's a dreadful blow — oh, oh! Filling us with woe — oh, oh! How could geisha know, oh, oh! Fate would treat them so, oh, oh! Whatever will become of us If this should come to pass? It's bound to ruin some of us, Alas, alas, alas! |
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Page modified 4 December 2016