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No. 16 - Act II Opening Chorus - "How do you do?"
| Chorus A: | How do you do? |
| Chorus B: | And you, my dear? |
| Chorus A: | You rode, no doubt, |
| Chorus B: | I came by post. |
| Chorus A: | All the world and his wife are here, |
| Chorus B: | Sir Miles is such a capital host. |
| Chorus A: | But isn't it pleasant, bright and gay! |
| Chorus B: | And isn't a wedding like this romantic! |
| Chorus A: | I'm told that they only met today, |
| All: | And already their love... |
| Basses: | Already their love... |
| Tenors: | ...their love is something frantic. |
| All: | Such wealth, such luxury, such display I never saw in my life before, A daughter's not married ev'ry day, I only wish he'd a dozen more. |
| Ladies: | Did you ever feel such a nipping cold? If my nose is red, it will not be strange. |
| Basses: | I fear the frost is going to hold, No hunting now till the moon shall change. |
| Ladies: | Did you ever know such a fearful road? It was ice and snow to the very gate. |
| Men: | The snow's at fault if we are rather late, if we are rather late. |
| All: | Such wealth, such luxury, such display I never saw in my life before, A daughter's not married ev'ry day, I only wish he'd a dozen more. A daughter's not married ev'ry day, I wish he'd a dozen more. |
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Page modified 5 January 2017