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No. 14 - Concerted Piece - "That Ladies Cannot Bathe."
| Lady Edytha: | That ladies cannot bathe if so they please Without encount'ring creatures such as these Is really most annoying! |
| Gladys: | They cannot be surprised if we object; It quite prevents a girl of self-respect The water from enjoying! |
| Mina: | In France the thing is better done — A lady there is classed as one; And actresses would never pass As members of the ladies' class — They constitute another! In France a girl contempt would show By treating all such persons — so! An English girl would only go And try to find her mother. |
| Others: | Her mother! her mother! An English girl would only go And try to find her mother! |
| Haidee: | You ladies by birth are a curious lot! Though ev'ry advantage you've seemingly got, Yet if we may take you as a sample, You're exceedinglly anxious to trample With the pride of position superior On the girl who's your social inferior. You hunt for a husband, you plot and intrigue, And never exhibit a sign of fatigue, And a fellow with money you rush at In a way that an actress would blush at. We would rather be ladies by nature Than by mere Upper-Ten nomenclature! |
| Gladys & Lady E.: | How dare such persons thus Presume to lecture us! |
| Rose: | It seems to me that you should be More charitable far, dear girls! And nowadays in many ways You're too particular, dear girls! For when a peer will buy you beer, Or half-a-ton of coals, dear girls! The middle class may surely pass Without your picking holes, dear girls! In eighteen-ninety-four, you know, When times are bad and markets low, It isn't asking much; To beg you'll all admit it's true That ev'ryone's a lady who Behaves herself as such. In eighteen-ninety-four, you know, When times are bad and markets low, It isn't asking much; To beg you'll all admit it's true That ev'ryone's a lady who Behaves herself as such. A titled dame need feel no shame In opening a shop, dear girls! Her bills go out on paper stout With coronet on top, dear girls! She'll fit the head, though vulgar bred, Of each her price who'll pay, dear girls! With bonnet smart in highest art, And so what can you say, dear girls? Ah! In eighteen-ninety-four, you know, When times are bad and markets low, It isn't asking much; To beg you'll all admit it's true That ev'ryone's a lady who Behaves herself as such. |
| Others: | In eighteen-ninety-four, you know, Though times are bad and markets low, It's asking rather much; To beg we'll all admit it's true That ev'ryone's a lady who Behaves herself as such. |
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Page modified 4 December 2016