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No. 14 - Duet - Anita and Reginald - "The Slopes of Denmark Hill."
| Reginald: | If you go where duty calls, For a station at St. Paul's — |
| Anita: | Will it take a weary while? |
| Reginald: | Only half an hour a mile! You'll arrive in proper time At a neighbourhood sublime Where I used to live with father and with mother! |
| Anita: | Is the climate very hot? |
| Reginald: | As a gen'ral rule it's not! |
| Anita: | Is the sunshine bright and clear? |
| Reginald: | Half a dozen times a year! |
| Anita: | Do the mighty mountains rise Till they melt into the skies? |
| Reginald: | Now you're getting too poetic, ask another! |
| Both: | When the little sparrows utter Their melodious happy trill, Oh! it's sweet as Danish butter On the slopes of Denmark Hill! When your girl is on the flutter, With a feather and a frill — Oh! it's sweet as Danish butter On the slopes of Denmark Hill! Oh! it's sweet as Danish butter On the slopes of Denmark Hill! |
| Anita: | But in winter is it nice When the water turns to ice? |
| Reginald: | Well, you'll find the ice abates When you've bought a pair of skates. |
| Anita: | But it freezes hard at first Till your water pipes are burst, And the waterfalls come down your stairs and wreck 'em. Oh, I love a waterfall! |
| Reginald: | But it's awkward in the hall! |
| Anita: | Are there fogs in London town? |
| Reginald: | We have yellow, black and brown. |
| Anita: | Can you get back home again? |
| Reginald: | Well, I started in the train But I spent the night at Loughborough or Peckham! |
| Both: | When the fog is thick as cotton And the rain in pretty chill, Oh! there's something rather rotten In the state of Denmark Hill! When the lodger has forgotten To pay up his weekly bill Oh! there's something very rotten In the state of Denmark Hill! Oh! there's something very rotten In the state of Denmark Hill! |
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Page modified 11 December 2016