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No. 4a - Song - Cadi and Chorus - "The Cadi."
Lyrics by Percy Greenbank
| Cadi: | I am the Cadi calm and cool And seldom in a fury, O! A connoisseur I, as none can deny, Of ev'ry kind of curio. |
| Chorus: | Of ev'ry kind of curio, of curio. |
| Cadi: | Though I've a taste that is unique For all sorts of articles quite antique, I'm a collector of modern things too, And here are some very fine samples on view. Oh, I am the Cadi, the cunning old Cadi, I never collect what is sham or shady, But if I set eyes on a genuine prize, It's sought out and bought by the Cadi. |
| Chorus: | Oh, he is the Cadi, the cunning old Cadi, He never collects what is sham or shady, But if he sets eyes on a genuine prize, It's sought out and bought by the Cadi. |
| Cadi: | Travellers come from lands afar And lots of things I save for them. They purchase a heap of articles cheap At twice the price I gave for them. |
| Chorus: | At twice the price he gave for them, he gave for them. |
| Cadi: | Really I do a roaring trade With tourists of ev'ry sort and grade, Plenty of rubbish I'm able to sell To people of rank and title as well. Oh, I am the Cadi, the cunning old Cadi, I wheedle my Lord, and I coax my Lady, And folks from the West Come off quite second best When trying to bluff the old Cadi. |
| Chorus: | Oh, he is the Cadi, the cunning old Cadi, He'll wheedle my Lord, and he'll coax my Lady, And folks from the West Come off quite second best When trying to bluff the old Cadi. |
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Page modified 2 February 2017