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No. 7 - Song - Rosalie - "I've come along to Paris."
| Rosalie: | I'm a country lass, you know, Fresh to all the streets and houses; Father has to plough and sow, Mother minds the pigs and cowses! Life upon a farm's no fun, Only worry and vexation; Ev'ry girl to town should run, Just to get a situation! Well, I told my mother so, And she answer'd "Off you go!" So I've come along to Paris for a change! Isn't it strange? Awfully strange! Country people are so foolish, And they're much too Sunday-schoolish, So I've come along to Paris for a change! |
| Down to home it's work all day, Early in the morn they're starting! What's a girl to do, I say, When she wants to go sweet-hearting? Joseph is my young man's name, Now and then he talks quite pleasant; But a girl is not to blame If she likes to get a present. Oh! it puts a lassie out When her lover brings her nowt! So I thought I'd come to Paris for a change! Isn't it strange! Awfully strange! Joseph's pockets aren't of cash full, And he's really much too bashful, So I've come along to Paris for a change! |
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Page modified 3 November 2016