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No. 12 - Song - Consuelo - "Little Miquette."
| Consuelo: | Little Miquette You mustn't forget Was French and extremely pretty; And she lived in the plain Of dry champagne, For there was her native city! She was so fair The gentlemen there Came courting her by the dozen; But she didn't find Them suit her mind, Not even her favorite cousin! |
| Girls: | She didn't find Them suit her mind, Not even her favorite cousin! |
| Consuelo: | Oh, la, la! She was looking for someone better; She reckon'd long since She would wait for a fairy prince! "Single I'll stay," She used to say, "Till the right one comes one day." So she stayed at Epernay. And the years began and ended, And the roses came in May, But she stayed at Epernay Or never went far away! For the wooer great and splendid She was certain to discover, Who would come as little Miquette's lover! |
| Consuelo: | Little Miquette One evening met A gentleman most romantic, Who came very far From lands that are Right over the broad Atlantic! Though he was proud He flattered and bowed, And look'd like a lover at her, And she gave a start And felt her heart Beginning to go pitter-patter! |
| Girls: | She gave a start And felt her heart Beginning to go pitter-patter! |
| Consuelo: | Oh, la, la! She was sure she had found her wooer, Flush'd red as a rose As she wonder'd if he'd propose! If I but stay He's sure to say That he wants to name the day! Very soon at Epernay. She was sure that he intended To be wed without delay, For he stayed at Epernay And never went far away. And she thought it would be splendid When the people would discover, Such a man was little Miquette's lover! |
| Consuelo: | Little Miquette Is waiting there yet Because he has never spoken And poor little dear, Her heart, I fear, Is now very nearly broken! Though he could tell She lov'd him so well, He seem'd to enjoy her sorrow, Till one summer eve He took his leave, And never came back on the morrow! |
| Girls: | One summer eve He took his leave, And never came back on the morrow! |
| Consuelo: | Oh, hélas! So you dear little girls, take warning; Be wise if you can, Never care for a stranger man, Or you may stay And weep all day When he loves and rides away As he did at Epernay! So the little story's ended, Take a warning if you may From the girl at Epernay Whose lover is far away! For the dream of love is splendid, But on waking you discover It is false as little Miquette's lover! |
| Girls: | So the little story's ended, Take a warning if you may From the girl at Epernay Whose lover is far away! For the dream of love is splendid, But on waking you discover It is false as little Miquette's lover! |
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Page modified 11 December 2016