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No. 24 - Song - Sally and Chorus
| Sally: | To ev'ry sun-clad nation belongs that country's good wine; |
| Chorus: | Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! |
| Sally: | Of ev'ry inspiration, it is the fountain divine. |
| Chorus: | Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! |
| Sally: | To us in Holland living, the grape is giving superb liqueur. |
| Chorus: | And you... |
| Sally: | And you who have been rivalled never, you must for ever endure. Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting; Radiant am I, for, without boasting, You are the Cream that stands supreme, The one perfect pure bright blue liqueur. So, Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting; Radiant am I, for, without boasting, Words do declare naught can compare With glorious Cream of the Sky! |
| Chorus: | Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting; Radiant am I, for, without boasting, You are the Cream that stands supreme, The one perfect pure bright blue liqueur. So, Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting; Radiant am I, for, without boasting, Words do declare naught can compare With glorious Cream of the Sky! |
| Sally: | The vintage some will treasure from the Moselle or the Meuse, |
| Chorus: | Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! |
| Sally: | But none can give the pleasure of Curaçoa or Chartreuse. |
| Chorus: | Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! |
| Sally: | Of all liqueurs created, has one been fêted as you have been? |
| Chorus: | And you... |
| Sally: | And tho' your hue be ever blue, still, you fame shall be evergreen! Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting; Radiant am I, for, without boasting, You are the Cream that stands supreme, The one perfect pure bright blue liqueur. So, Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting; Radiant am I, for, without boasting, Words do declare naught can compare With glorious Cream of the Sky! |
| Chorus: | Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting; Radiant am I, for, without boasting, You are the Cream that stands supreme, The one perfect pure bright blue liqueur. So, Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting; Radiant am I, for, without boasting, Words do declare naught can compare With glorious Cream of the Sky! |
| Chorus: | With his tra! lal, la, la, la, la, la, etc. |
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Page modified 26 January 2017