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No. 8 - Duet - Reginald and Nix - "According how you take 'em."
| Reginald: | When I play the buccaneer I'm a flier, never fear. It's a manner as is easy of adoption! My moustaches I will twirl And I'll get the proudest girl. |
| Nix: | Or you'll get one month without the option! |
| Reginald: | They will never go so far With an honest British Tar! If they do it's quite an easy job to get out! Or supposing as I stays, Why, it's only thirty days. |
| Nix: | When you've just got used to it you're let out! When you've just got used to it they let you out! |
| Both: | All the sentimental sex Will be 'anging round our necks, And Havana girls are pretty as they make 'em! |
| Reginald: | If I ask the girls to wed, They will do it on their 'ead. |
| Nix: | It's just accordin' as you take the little beauties. |
| Both: | It's accordin' to how you take 'em! |
| Reginald: | I was always of the sort As is great at manly sport, I have been with earls as kept their shooting boxes. Hares and rabbits I could floor, Welsh or English by the score. |
| Nix: | And I've heard you're great at potting foxes. |
| Reginald: | I can tell you it is fun When I go out with my gun 'Unting elephant, or crocodile, or pheasant. You can come with me a bit, Then you'll see what I can hit. |
| Nix: | Well, I ain't so tired of life at present! No, I ain't quite going in for suicide! |
| Reginald: | When I'm going after snipe, If you'll stand and smoke your pipe, I will bet you half a dollar as I break it, So you needn't care a hang When my rifle goes off bang. |
| Nix: | It's just accordin' as you take the blooming bullet. |
| Both: | It's accordin' to where you take it! |
| Reginald: | Now today we'll do the bars, Taking drinks and big cigars, Then we'll treat the little ladies as we care for. |
| Nix: | When we've had a 'appy day, Who is going for to pay? |
| Reginald: | Why, the girls, of course, it's what they're there for. If the landlord is so rash As to hint about the cash, We will smash his blessed shop up for a warning. Or we'l simply leave, perhaps, Gaily waving of our caps. |
| Nix: | Which will feel too small for us next morning! Yes, they'll feel a size or so too small for us! |
| Both: | Since the weather here is hot, And you cannot say it's not, We must wet our throats or else the sun will bake 'em! |
| Nix: | When I've had my twenty-four I don't seem to taste no more. |
| Reginald: | It's just accordin' as you take 'em neat or lemon. |
| Both: | It's accordin' as how you take 'em! |
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Page modified 11 December 2016