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No. 12 - Song - Consuelo - "Little Miquette."

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Consuelo: Little Miquette
You mustn't forget
Was French and extremely pretty;
And she lived in the plain
Of dry champagne,
For there was her native city!
She was so fair
The gentlemen there
Came courting her by the dozen;
But she didn't find
Them suit her mind,
Not even her favorite cousin!
Girls: She didn't find
Them suit her mind,
Not even her favorite cousin!
Consuelo: Oh, la, la!
She was looking for someone better;
She reckon'd long since
She would wait for a fairy prince!
"Single I'll stay,"
She used to say,
"Till the right one comes one day."
So she stayed at Epernay.
And the years began and ended,
And the roses came in May,
But she stayed at Epernay
Or never went far away!
For the wooer great and splendid
She was certain to discover,
Who would come as little Miquette's lover!
   
Consuelo: Little Miquette
One evening met
A gentleman most romantic,
Who came very far
From lands that are
Right over the broad Atlantic!
Though he was proud
He flattered and bowed,
And look'd like a lover at her,
And she gave a start
And felt her heart
Beginning to go pitter-patter!
Girls: She gave a start
And felt her heart
Beginning to go pitter-patter!
Consuelo: Oh, la, la!
She was sure she had found her wooer,
Flush'd red as a rose
As she wonder'd if he'd propose!
If I but stay
He's sure to say
That he wants to name the day!
Very soon at Epernay.
She was sure that he intended
To be wed without delay,
For he stayed at Epernay
And never went far away.
And she thought it would be splendid
When the people would discover,
Such a man was little Miquette's lover!
   
Consuelo: Little Miquette
Is waiting there yet
Because he has never spoken
And poor little dear,
Her heart, I fear,
Is now very nearly broken!
Though he could tell
She lov'd him so well,
He seem'd to enjoy her sorrow,
Till one summer eve
He took his leave,
And never came back on the morrow!
Girls: One summer eve
He took his leave,
And never came back on the morrow!
Consuelo: Oh, hélas!
So you dear little girls, take warning;
Be wise if you can,
Never care for a stranger man,
Or you may stay
And weep all day
When he loves and rides away
As he did at Epernay!
So the little story's ended,
Take a warning if you may
From the girl at Epernay
Whose lover is far away!
For the dream of love is splendid,
But on waking you discover
It is false as little Miquette's lover!
Girls: So the little story's ended,
Take a warning if you may
From the girl at Epernay
Whose lover is far away!
For the dream of love is splendid,
But on waking you discover
It is false as little Miquette's lover!

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