No. 12: Duet (Woodpecker & Bunthunder) | |
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Enter WOODPECKER.
Woodpecker (chant). | |||
Your pardon, sir. Am I addressing | |||
The Major-General Bunthunder | |||
I greatly wonder? | |||
In search of him I roam. | |||
Bunthunder (chant). | |||
I am, as you are rightly guessing, | |||
That most unhappy warrior — No man sorrier — |
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But I am not at home. | |||
Woodpecker (suspiciously). | |||
You're not at home? | |||
Bunthunder. | |||
No, sir, I'm not at home. | |||
Woodpecker (chant). | |||
This information is distressing; | |||
If you will shortly be returning, My soul is burning |
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With keen anxiety to know? | |||
Bunthunder. | |||
I've gone abroad on business pressing; | |||
When home from places foreigneering I shall be steering |
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Is quite uncertain! Go! | |||
Woodpecker (doubtfully). | |||
Uncertain? Oh! | |||
Bunthunder. | |||
It's quite uncertain! Go! | |||
Woodpecker. | |||
Oh! | |||
Bunthunder. | |||
Go! |
Woodpecker. | |||
From the Marchionesses, Whom nobody guesses |
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To be of the rank of a peeress or peer — | |||
In courtesy lacking They sent us all packing, |
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And each with a very fine flea in his ear. | |||
Those Johnnies and Jackies The overfed lackies |
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They "went for" the bride and her guests with a rush — | |||
The combat was heated, But we were defeated |
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By insolent armies of powder and plush. | |||
And Mister Maguire, Who's raging with ire, |
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Has taken an oath by the powers that be, | |||
That restaurant-keeper, Shall not close a peeper |
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Until she has published an apologee! |
Woodpecker. | Bunthunder. | |||||
From the Marchionesses, |
Tho' called upon | |||||
Whom nobody guesses | I've never been | |||||
To be of the rank of a peeress or peer — | To court a warrior's tomb, | |||||
In courtesy lacking | Or to defend | |||||
They sent us all packing, | my Sovereign Queen | |||||
And each with a very fine flea in his ear. | In battle's dread boom-boom! | |||||
Those Johnnies and Jackies | Resistless I, | |||||
The overfed lackies | when I am stirr'd | |||||
They "went for" the bride and her guests with a rush — | To doughty deeds of wrath, | |||||
The combat was heated | So on myself | |||||
But we were defeated | I have conferr'd | |||||
By insolent armies of powder and plush. | The Order of the Bath. | |||||
And Mister Maguire, | You trace my humour's | |||||
Who's raging with ire, | devious path? | |||||
Has taken an oath by the powers that be, | You see my meaning through? | |||||
That restaurant-keeper, |
The knightly Order | |||||
Shall not close a peeper | of the Bath — | |||||
Until she has published an apologee! | I don't believe you do! | |||||
Ha, ha! Ha, ha! Ha, ha! | ||||||
No! | ||||||
Ho, ho! Ho, ho! Ho, ho! | ||||||
No! | ||||||
Until she has published an apologee! | I don't believe you do! | |||||
Published an apologee! Ha, ha! | I don't believe you do! | |||||
Apologee, apologee, | No! No! | |||||
Published an apologee! | I don't believe you do! |
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