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No. 15 - Duet - Clementine and Max
| Clementine: | The birds in Spring-time are pairing, The dog-rose up in the bark, |
| Max: | The lark is out for an airing, The hawk is out for a lark, |
| Clementine: | Then let us warble together |
| Max: | As two fond pigeons would do. |
| Clementine: | And we'll be birds of a feather, |
| Max: | And then we'll bring off our coup! |
| Both: | As the birds on the tree We'll be — we'll be — With never an angry word, |
| Clementine: | Like a linnet or dove I will sing to my love, and I'll answer, — (spoken:) Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, |
| Max: | (spoken) Cock-a-doodle-doo! |
| Both: | Like a bird! |
| Clementine: | We'll never stop for a minute Except for changing a note, |
| Max: | The linnet's not at all in it, For I've a thrush in my throat. |
| Clementine: | I'll chatter gay as a starling Then hide away, love, from you, And call "Where am I, my darling?" |
| Max: | I see your feet — cuckoo! Oh, |
| Both: | As the birds on the tree We'll be — we'll be — Perhaps it may look absurd, |
| Clementine: | But we'll play hide and seek, By the day or the week, And I'll call you — (spoken) Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! |
| Both: | Like a bird! |
| Clementine: | And if we're tired of the Rhine-land, We'll go away if you please. |
| Max: | The Tyrol is such a fine land, We'll turn Tirro-lirro-lese. |
| Clementine: | I'll leave our nice little châlet, To drive the cows up the height. |
| Max: | I'll stay below in the valley, And jodel to you till night. |
| Clementine: | "Lu-la-li-e-ty!" |
| Both: | Like the gay Tyrolee We'll be — we'll be, And call to the browsing herd. |
| Clementine: | At the noise that we'll make, All the echoes will wake, And they'll answer — (jodel, ad lib) Like a bird! |
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Page modified 10 December 2016