The Nautch Girl - MIDI file No. 3

No. 3: Roses are Fair

Indru.
	Roses are fair, but not fairer than she.
Currie.
		Of feminine beauty beware, Sir!
Indru.
	Rubies are bright, but not brighter to me.
Currie.
		You see her without her back hair, Sir.
Indru.
	Sages are wise, but not wiser, I vow.
Currie.
		Her H's she's always misplacing.
Indru.
	Cutters are trim, but not trimmer, come now!
Currie.
		The fruits of incessant tight-lacing.
Indru.
	But be she plain, what do I care, So long as I believe her fair?
		It's simply a question of taste, you know,
Currie.
		Simply a question of taste.
Pariahs.
			Simply.
Indru.
	This person's gladness Is that person's sadness,
		It's simply a question of taste.
Pariahs.
		It's simply a question of taste.
Indru.
			You know.
Pariahs.
			You know.

Indru.
	Lilies are pure, but not purer than she.
Currie.
		She's more wide-a-wake than you think, Sir,
Indru.
	Comrades are true, but not truer to me.
Currie.
		At strangers I've known her to wink, Sir.
Indru.
	Willows are lither, but not lither, you'll own.
Currie.
		All thanks to my excellent training.
Indru.
	Song birds are sweet, but not sweeter in tone.
Currie.
		She can't reach B flat without straining.
Indru.
	But be she that, well, what's amiss So long as I believe her this?
		It's simply a question of taste, you know,
Currie.
		Simply a question of taste.
Pariahs.
			Simply.
Indru.
	This person's gladness Is that person's sadness,
		It's simply a question of taste.
Pariahs.
		It's simply a question of taste.
Indru.
			You know.
All.
		It's simply a question of taste
			You know.

(Exit Currie and Chorus)

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