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SCENE V.
—THE ENCHANTED WOOD.Enter Amouretta, wearing the Rose, and skipping as she enters.
Amou.
Here let me take five minutes for reflection.
To ugly men I have a great objection,
But that same voice which told me, if I loved
The owner, I should find myself improved,
I must confess, has made a deep impression;
My mind's already made a vast progression.
SONG, Princess Amouretta, Air, ‘Peter Gray.’
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[This Popular Melody is the exclusive Copyright Property of the Music-Publishing Company, 19 Peter's Hill, St. Paul's, and can only be had in their Works.— Peter Gray, Song, 6d.—Peter Gray Polka, 6d.—Peter Gray March, 6d.—Peter Gray for Brass Band, 9d.]
The Prince is not a nice young man to look at, I must say,
Or to win the heart of any young gal who came within his way,
Who came within his way,
Because—a-lack-a-day!
His hump on back with any young gal would make her run away.
Hump-back sweetheart!
Hump-back sweetheart, say,
If you're the sort of lad—heigh-ho!
With whom to run away.
Or to win the heart of any young gal who came within his way,
Who came within his way,
Because—a-lack-a-day!
His hump on back with any young gal would make her run away.
Hump-back sweetheart!
Hump-back sweetheart, say,
If you're the sort of lad—heigh-ho!
With whom to run away.
They want me to be married, but I really must say no,
If somebody more handsome here they don't begin to show,
They don't begin to show—
He ugly is, I know;
But what's a nice young gal to do, who hasn't got a beau?
So, hump-back sweetheart!
Hump-back sweetheart, say,
If you're the sort of lad—heigh ho!
With whom to run away.
If somebody more handsome here they don't begin to show,
They don't begin to show—
He ugly is, I know;
But what's a nice young gal to do, who hasn't got a beau?
So, hump-back sweetheart!
Hump-back sweetheart, say,
If you're the sort of lad—heigh ho!
With whom to run away.
I should reply—supposing I say ‘yes.’
Enter Little Cook.
What sound was that which thus my temper ruffles?
Cook.
It's only me, I'm looking for some truffles;
We have a turkey with them should be stuffed.
Amou.
For whom?
Cook.
For whom!—Prince Riquet with the Tuft.
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And we his wedding-breakfast are preparing.
Amou.
Good gracious! then I dare say I'm his bride,
And didn't know it. Did I quite decide?
Cook.
Wouldn't you like to see the preparations?
Amou.
I should.
Cook.
Then I'll just make some conjurations.
Hey! presto! quick!—hold fast to yonder tree!
Down to the kitchen, now at once go we.
[Expressive Music—Change of scene to
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