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No. 12 - Song - Norah - "That's so, Papa."
| Norah: | I dreamed my husband's love was pure As snow, Papa! I hoped his fondness would endure And grow, Papa! I thought him good and true and strong, One day has shown me I was wrong; Alas! it seems so very long Ago, Papa! |
| (sobbing) | Ah! Ah! Ah! I know at last his black pa... past, Ah! Ah! Ah! Sad is my heart, we must pa... part, Ah! Ah! Ah! I cannot pardon him, I know. That's so, Papa! That's so, Papa! Papa, that's so! |
| He loves a woman come from Kay And Co., Papa! He looked at her in such a way And oh, Papa! Why didn't someone tell me when I took this wickedest of men, You must have heard about him then, You know, Papa! |
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| (sobbing) | Ah! Ah! Ah! I know at last his black pa... past, Ah! Ah! Ah! Sad is my heart, we must pa... part, Ah! Ah! Ah! I cannot pardon him, I know. That's so, Papa! That's so, Papa! Papa, that's so! |
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Page modified 7 December 2016