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No. 21 - Song - Guy - "Bedelia"
(A New Gaiety version of William Jerome's song).
| Guy: | There's a charming little lady who's a patron of the play, She goes to theatres ev'ry night, and ev'ry matinée. Her name it is Bedelia, and I wish she were my own, But her eyes are always on the baritone, Oh! Bedelia, can't you let the man alone? Bedelia, I'm going to steal yer! Bedelia, you are a Queen! I'll be your Hayden Coffin, If you'll be my Evie Greene. Say something sweet, Bedelia, Your voice I want to hear, Oh, Bedelia, elia, elia, I've made up my mind to steal yer, steal yer, Steal yer, Bedelia, dear! Bedelia, I'm going to steal yer! Bedelia, you are a Queen! I'll be your Hayden Coffin, If you'll be my Evie Greene. Say something sweet, Bedelia, Your voice I want to hear, Oh, Bedelia, elia, elia, I've made up my mind to steal yer, steal yer, Steal yer, Bedelia, dear! She declares that Charlie Hawtrey is the only Romeo, She's in love with Wilson Barret-- that's a little fact I know. Of his manly head and shoulders he sent her a photograph, And she's now gone out to buy the other half, But she says his Hamlet never made her laugh. Bedelia, I'm going to steal yer! Bedelia, next Saturday, I'll be your Maurice Farkoa, If you'll be my Edna May. Be kind to me, Bedelia, I've got a pain just here, Oh, Bedelia, elia, elia, I've made up my mind to steal yer, steal yer, Steal yer, Bedelia, dear! Bedelia, I'm going to steal yer! Bedelia, next Saturday, I'll be your Maurice Farkoa, If you'll be my Edna May. Be kind to me, Bedelia, I've got a pain just here, Oh, Bedelia, elia, elia, I've made up my mind to steal yer, steal yer, Steal yer, Bedelia, dear! She says that "In Dahomey" is by far her fav'rite play, But admits that on the whole it's very like "The Only Way." In music there is no one more conservative than she, For she loves the "Honeysuckle and the Bee," But she wants to hear it sung by Beerbohm Tree. Bedelia, I'm going to steal yer! Bedelia, the way is clear, I'll be your Martin Harvey If you'll be my Louie Freear. For you, my sweet Bedelia, I've waited half the year, Oh, Bedelia, elia, elia, I've made up my mind to steal yer, steal yer, Steal yer, Bedelia, dear! Bedelia, I'm going to steal yer! Bedelia, the way is clear, I'll be your Martin Harvey If you'll be my Louie Freear. For you, my sweet Bedelia, I've waited half the year, Oh, Bedelia, elia, elia, I've made up my mind to steal yer, steal yer, Steal yer, Bedelia, dear! |
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Page modified 5 February 2017