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No. 14 - Song - Mitzi and Chorus
| Mitzi: | I've heard in a wonderful legend of old That down in the Rhine is a treasure of gold; The gods and the giants, the men and the elves, All wanted to pocket the gold for themselves! But somehow they never could keep what they'd got, The pretty Rhine maidens swam off with the lot! Rheingold! Rheingold! The treasure is said to be fine. That of course we don't know, For it's still down below In the Rhine, Rhine, Rhine! |
| Chorus: | Rheingold! Rheingold! The treasure is said to be fine. |
| Mitzi: | If you care for the trip, You can all have a dip |
| Chorus: | In the Rhine, Rhine, Rhine! |
| Mitzi: | We Germans do well in our business affairs, We're growing large numbers of new millionaires! And some you may find in the dear Fatherland, And some down deep levels away on the Rand! But if you should ask anyone, I expect He'd say "I vas born einer British subject." Rheingold! Rheingold! In England we certainly shine, And it's easy to tell We like London as well As the Rhine, Rhine, Rhine! |
| Chorus: | Rheingold! Rheingold! In England we certainly shine, |
| Mitzi: | When we get to Park Lane, We don't go back again |
| Chorus: | To the Rhine, Rhine, Rhine. |
| Mitzi: | Our land is the home of the musical arts, Where twins in the cradle will cry in two parts. And Wagner, we simply devour him, in fact, We have a square meal at the end of each act. Our singers are great, as you'll readily own Our small prima donnas weigh seventeen stone. Rheingold! Rheingold! We're great in the musical line. You should hear our old cat Sing Mozart in B flat By the Rhine, Rhine, Rhine! |
| Chorus: | Rheingold! Rheingold! We're great in the musical line. |
| Mitzi: | And for all foreign lands We supply German bands |
| Chorus: | From the Rhine, Rhine, Rhine. |
| Mitzi: | Our social amusements are not very gay, But we've a good time in our own quiet way; We're not like the English who take a delight In sitting up playing at Bridge all the night. We sit in a beer-garden, ach, it is grand To dance to the strains of a beautiful band. Rheingold! Rheingold! No chance of a dance we decline, And our maidens have feet That you only can meet By the Rhine, Rhine, Rhine. |
| Chorus: | Rheingold! Rheingold! No chance of a dance we decline, |
| Mitzi: | When those feet come down thump All the black beetles jump |
| Chorus: | In the Rhine, Rhine, Rhine. |
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Page modified 10 December 2016