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No. 18: Song (Lutin) & Chorus.

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Lutin.
  In yonder world, which devils strew,
    With worry, grief, and pain in plenty,
  This maxim is accounted true
    With nemine dissentiente:
  A woman doth the mischief brew
    In nineteen cases out of twenty!
Chorus.
  A woman doth the mischief brew
    In nineteen cases out of twenty!
Lutin.
      In all the woes
        That joy displace,
      In all the blows
        That bring disgrace
    On much enduring human race,
There's ever a lady in the case!
Chorus.
    On much enduring human race,
There's ever a lady in the case!
Lutin.
      Ah! Yes, that's the fix
        We have to face —
      Her whims and tricks
        Throughout you trace.
    In all the woes that curse our race
There is a lady, a lady, a lady in the case.
Chorus.
      Yes, that's the fix
        They have to face —
      Her whims and tricks
        Throughout they trace.
Lutin & Chorus.
    In all the woes that curse our/their race
There is a lady, a lady, a lady in the case.

Lutin.
  If woman from great Nature's scheme
    Were utterly eliminated,
  Unruffled peace would reign supreme,
    No quarrels would be propagated.
  But that is a Utopian dream
    Of mortals unsophisticated.
Chorus.
  Yes, that is a Utopian dream
    Of mortals unsophisticated.
Lutin.
      It's true that foes
        Might then embrace,
      And earthly woes
        Dissolve apace.
    But where would be the human race
With never a lady in the case?
Chorus.
    But where would be the human race
With never a lady in the case?
Lutin.
      Ah! Yes, that's the rub
        We have to face —
      It gives a snub
        That kills the case.
    What would become of all our race
With never a lady, a lady, a lady in the case?
Chorus.
      Yes, that's the rub
        They have to face —
      It gives a snub
        That kills the case.
Lutin & Chorus.
    What would become of all our/their race
With never a lady, a lady, a lady in the case?

Dance.


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