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No. 8 - Song - Nan and Chorus - "Molly The Marchioness."
| Nan: | Oh, Molly was tall and fair to see, Her manners were frank, her language free; She met with a noble Lord when he Was fishing a neighbour's water. Altho' he was quite an awful swell, In violent love at once he fell: His relatives didn't take it well, And sneered at the farmer's daughter. But Molly married the Marquis, What a thing to do! She smuggled him down to the country town, And hurried the service through. The "Sun", the "Star" and the "Echo", And all of the evening press, Came out with a heading, "The wonderful wedding Of Molly the Marchioness!" |
| Chorus: | But Molly married the Marquis, What a thing to do! She smuggled him down to the country town, And hurried the service through. The "Sun", the "Star" and the "Echo", And all of the evening press, Came out with a heading, "The wonderful wedding Of Molly the Marchioness!" |
| Nan: | Now Molly went out to dine one night, Resolved that she would be most polite, But some of her ways were hardly quite The style that her husband taught her! When ask'd if she'd take liqueur or not, Some Benedictine or Chartreuse hot, She answer'd, "Oh, thanks, I'll take the lot, With some of that bubbly water!" So Molly dined with the Marquis, What a thing to do! She found it so nice that she asked for twice The whole of the dinner through! She took champagne in a tumbler, And thought it a great success; With smile growing wider, "It's jolly good cider!" Said Molly the Marchioness! |
| Chorus: | So Molly dined with the Marquis, What a thing to do! She found it so nice that she asked for twice The whole of the dinner through! She took champagne in a tumbler, And thought it a great success; With smile growing wider, "It's jolly good cider!" Said Molly the Marchioness! |
| Nan: | Now Molly desired to go to Court, And ordered the dress she meant to sport; The neck and the sleeves were rather short, The train was a twenty-yarder! She drove to the Palace, feeling proud, She elbowed her way through all the crowd, She got to the throne and duly bowed-- But getting away was harder. So Molly made for the Marquis, What a thing to do! She tripped on her train and got up again, Then head over heels she flew; The men who hurried to help her Got mixed with her flowing dress! "Oh! do tear a pleat out and let's get my feet out!" Said Molly the Marchioness. |
| Chorus: | So Molly made for the Marquis, What a thing to do! She tripped on her train and got up again, Then head over heels she flew; The men who hurried to help her Got mixed with her flowing dress! "Oh! do tear a pleat out and let's get my feet out!" Said Molly the Marchioness. |
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Page modified 10 November 2016