No. 11: SONG. — NANNA

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My wedded life Must every pleasure bring On scale extensive! — If I’m your wife I must have everything That’s most expensive — A lady’s maid — (My hair alone to do I am not able) — And I’m afraid I’ve been accustomed to A first-rate table. These things one must consider when one marries — And everything I wear must come from Paris! Oh, think of that! Oh, think of that! I can’t wear anything that’s not from Paris! From top to toes Quite Frenchified I am, If you examine. And then — who knows? — Perhaps some day a fam — Perhaps a famine! My argument’s correct, if you examine, What should we do, if there should come a f-famine! Though in green pea Yourself you needn’t stint In July sunny, In Januaree It really costs a mint — A mint of money! No lamb for us — House lamb at Christmas sells At prices handsome: Asparagus, In winter, parallels A Monarch’s ransom. When purse to bread and butter barely reaches, What is your wife to do for hot-house peaches? Ah! tell me that! Ah! tell me that! What is your wife to do for hot-house peaches? Your heart and hand Though at my feet you lay, All others scorning! As matters stand, There’s nothing else to say Except — good morning! Though virtue be a husband’s best adorning, That won’t pay rates and taxes — so, good morning! Exit NANNA.