Act 1 No. 5
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No. 5 - Quartet - Dora, Nancy, Mr. Probitt, and Porter
| Dora: | Oh, a journey by train Is a terrible strain, I object to the fuss and the flurry. |
| Mr. Probitt: | There's the chance of mishaps To your luggage and wraps When you all have to change in a hurry. |
| Nancy: | The compartments aren't wide, And they're stuffy inside; Your enjoyment this frequently hinders, |
| Porter: | If you let down the sash It's remarkably rash, For you promptly get smothered with cinders. |
| All: | It's oh, for a ride in the puff-puff, Oh, for a journey by rail, The jolting and shaking Will set you all aching, Your face will get dusty and pale. Your hair will get awfully rough-puff If you're inclined to be vain — You will be distressed, For you don't look your best, When you've been for a trip in the train. |
| Dora: | If you travel by night, Then your slumbers are slight, For the rest of the passengers snore, so, |
| Mr. Probitt: | When it's cold, you may freeze And get cramp in your knees, While the foot-warmers leak on the floor, so. |
| Nancy: | Then the novels and fruit That they bring you en route, And the milk that you just eat a bun with; |
| Porter: | And the porters you tip In the course of your trip, Oh, you're glad when the whole thing is done with. |
| All: | It's oh, for a ride in the puff-puff, Oh, for a journey by rail, What terrible rations You get at the stations, The sandwiches always are stale, And ev'rything's frightfully tough-puff, Passengers often complain; You really don't feel Quite inclined for a meal Till you've finished your trip in the train. |
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