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No. 12 - March Song - Babori and Chorus - "Coquin de Printemps!"

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Babori: When the Autumn leaves are falling,
I can hear my conscience calling:
Duty waits for me,
Vanish all the bars between us.
For the present, farewell Venus,
Wine and Melody.
I abandon Jane's caresses,
Kitty's eyes and Maudie's tresses
Hold me in no thrall.
But tho' Kitty, Maud and Jane
In winter smile at me in vain,
In Spring I adore them all.
I'm fond of any blonde,
If any blonde be fond of me;
I'll let a sweet brunette
Come walking in my company;
I'll smile a little while
At any shade of maid you bring;
I'll kiss that one or this--
I'm not capricious in the Spring.
Chorus: He's fond of any blonde,
Of any blonde so fond is he;
He'll let a sweet brunette
Go walking in his company;
He'll smile a little while
At any shade of maid you bring;
He'll kiss that one or this--
He's not capricious in the Spring.
   
Babori: Sternly ev'ry sense refuses
To be waken'd by the Muses,
While the snow lies round;
Mendelssohn is unmelodious,
Offenbach to me is odious,
Verdi has no sound;
Though to rouse me you may choose a
March by Suppé or by Sousa,
On deaf ears 'twill fall;
In the winter I will urge
That ev'ry melody's a dirge,
In Spring I applaud them all.
Mozart can fill my heart,
At his command I smile or weep;
Wagner my soul will stir,
Or softly soothe that soul to sleep;
Gounod will still me, though
With Messager I sway and swing;
My own pet gramaphone
Is never rusty in the Spring.
Chorus: Mozart can fill his heart,
At his command he'll smile or weep;
Wagner his soul can stir,
Or softly soothe that soul to sleep;
Gounod will still him, though
With Messager he sway and swing;
His own pet gramaphone
Is never rusty in the Spring.
   
Babori: When the chills of winter rack us,
I will turn my back on Bacchus
And his vinous schemes;
Water for my thirst suffices,
No green fairy me entices
In Hogarthian dreams.
For a stoup of choice Ayala,
Crimson Beaune, or old Marsala
I will never call.
In the winter I may think
No wine is fit for me to drink,
In Spring I can drink them all.
Bring me some Burgundy,
The vintage that I love so well;
White wine from River Rhine,
Or matchless Nectar of Moselle;
Then some Heidsieck or Mumm
Of cuvée rare whene'er I ring.
Bring, too, some "Mountain Dew"
With sparkling water from the Spring.
Chorus: Bring him some Burgundy,
The vintage that he loves so well;
White wine from River Rhine,
Or matchless nectar of Moselle;
Then some Heidsieck or Mumm
Of cuvée rare whene'er he ring.
Bring, too, some "Mountain Dew"
With sparkling water from the Spring.

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