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No. 15 - Finale Act I

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Violet: Oh! Alvin, do say now,
Ah! Alvin, I pray now
That you're not a smuglair.
But that you are a Wall Street bear.
Knickerbocker: You should have kept shady,
My transformed young lady!
Now fear me! Now beware
For now you "air" my prisonair.
Teddy: Oh! Lud! Oh! Lud! Oh! Lud! Oh! Lud!
But she's scooped too,
They'll scoop, they'll scoop, they'll scoop me next,
Here's a pretty to do.
Here's a pretty to do, a pretty to do.
Oh! Lud! Oh! Lud! Oh! Lud! Oh! Lud!
But I feel blue,
They'll scoop, they'll scoop, they'll scoop me next,
What shall I do? What shall I do? What shall I do?
Alvin: The wheel of Fate hath turned, hath turned again,
In vain our hopes, in vain our hopes, in vain.
Violet: Not so, Oh! Alvin, for with you I go,
Let wheel of Fate or whoe'er will say no.
Both: Ah! then each day, yes, every hour shall prove
The strength and fervor, fervor of our love.
Knickerbocker: Madam, you're not of age,
And I, I'm in a rage;
The law is in my hands, and you're in legal bands;
The law you see 'tis reigns, and I'll resort to chains.
No, no, no, no, not chains,
I've had enough of chains.
Chorus: Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Knickerbocker: Chains, I've had enough of chains.
Chorus: Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Knickerbocker: I've had enough of chains.
Violet: It makes no odds, Oh, Pop!
All this has got to stop.
With Alvin I shall go,
How ever you say no,
Nor dance that heel and toe,
That horrid heel and toe.
Nor dance that heel and toe,
That horrid heel and toe.
Knickerbocker: Madam, you shall prepare!
Violet: I say I won't, so there!
Knickerbocker: You shall! You shall! Beware!
Violet: I shan't! I shan't, so there!
Chorus: She says she won't, so there!
Knickerbocker: Highty tighty, giddy flighty,
Dynamite, Lignum vitae!
Here's no funning, off we're running,
Oh! we're cunning! Yes, we're stunning,
But Lord Dolphin you shall marry,
Spite of all the guns you carry.
Violet: Gory mory, dinkey dory,
Th'endless story, dry and hoary,
I'm not funning, off I'm running,
A tyrant shunning, fierce and cunning,
And spite all the guns you carry,
I'll wed none but Alvin Barry.
Ensemble: Oh! why this apprehension?
For oh, the point she'll/I'll carry.
She'll/I'll hold to her/my intention,
A lord she/I ne'er will marry.
Then why this apprehension,
For oh, the point she'll/I'll carry.
She'll/I'll hold to her/my intention,
A lord she/I ne'er will marry.
   
Violet: Ah! what a hapless and sad lot is mine,
Others: Yes, 'tis sad.
Violet: Doomed thus to marry a poky old lord!
Others: 'Tis too bad.
Violet: Ne'er can I do aught but sorrow and pine,
Others: Ah! 'tis sad.
Violet: Sorrow and pine, for Oh! Alvin's adored.
Others: Yes, too bad.
Girls: Yes, too bad.
Men: Yes, too bad.
Girls: Yes, too bad.
Men: Yes, too bad.
Violet: Yes, what a hapless and sad lot is mine,
Others: Yes, 'tis sad.
Violet: Doomed thus to marry a poky old lord!
Others: 'Tis too bad.
Violet: Ne'er can I do aught but sorrow and pine,
Others: Ah! 'tis sad.
Violet: Sorrow and pine, for Oh! Alvin's adored.
Others: Yes, too bad.
Violet: Ah!
Others: Oh! why this apprehension?
For oh, the point she'll carry.
She'll hold to her intention,
A lord she ne'er will marry.
Then why this apprehension,
For oh, the point she'll carry.
She'll hold to her intention,
A lord she ne'er will marry.

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