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No. 2 - Song - Bobbie and Chorus

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Bobbie: In our dear little national Isle
I fancy no custom more strange is
Than the curious way in which, every day,
The climate so constantly changes.
You may wander about for a while
In clothing of thickness excessive,
Wrapp'd up to the nose like the gay Eskimos,
Then Presto, you find it oppressive.
Oh, the beautiful English weather,
It's never the same two days together.
You can't help hating the fluctuating,
Exasperating English weather.
Chorus: Oh, the beautiful English weather,
It's never the same two days together.
You can't help hating the fluctuating,
Exasperating English weather.
   
Bobbie: You may make some elaborate plan
For a picnic or other diversion,
The barometer's high, not a cloud in the sky,
When first you arrange your excursion.
Though the sun your complexion may tan,
You know he is dreadfully fickle,
Don't show your surprise if a cloud should arise,
And the rain down your window should trickle.
Oh, the beautiful English weather,
It's never the same two days together.
It is, no joking, so wrath provoking,
This thorough soaking English weather.
Chorus: Oh, the beautiful English weather,
It's never the same two days together.
It is, no joking, so wrath provoking,
This thorough soaking English weather.


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