No. 2 - Scena - Nicolette

from "Eyes and No Eyes"
Words by W. S. Gilbert
Music by F. Pascal
Sequenced by Colin Johnson
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By F. Pascal
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[Nicolette:] Yes, yes, I am that miserable Beauty,
Whose lot it is to wither hearts and homes;
Who, in the course of her unhappy duty,
Brings grief and misery where'er she roams.
The man who on me sets his eyes-
He is my prize!
He can't escape- he pines and dies!
This state of things goes on from bad to worse;
I am so fair, so passing fair,
So dangerously fair,
That people call me the Domestic Curse!

Women avoid me like a plague,
For they have heard tales, strange and vague,
Told at the fire with bated breath,
Of beautiful witches who lure to death,
Of husbands false and cheated wives,
Of broken hearts and wasted lives,
Of suicides in chill despair.
Oh, Society, Oh, Society,
Is it my fault if I am fair?
Oh, Society, Oh, Society,
That I'm a Basilisk is too true,
But Oh, Society, Oh, Society!
What in the world would you have me do?

I'll do anything you like, I'm sure,
I'll dress in cottons and cheap serges,
Blacken my face like a Blackamoor,
A Black-a-Moore-and-Burgess!
Stroll in the park in a Life Guardsman's boots,
Smoke cheroots,
Pull out my eyelashes by the roots!
Pad myself out
Till I look stout;
My H's drop,
Squint, limp, lollop and flop,
Go to dinner-parties in a great pasteboard nose,
(Or one of gutta-percha plastic),
And walk about with my head bare,
And wear nothing on it but a Rose,
On a piece of elastic!

Useless, alas, would be the vain endeavour,
For if I did all this (though you may doubt me),
There'd still be something so remarkable about me
That men would stare at me as much as ever!
For alas, I am that miserable Beauty
Whose lot it is to wither hearts and homes;
Who in the course of her unhappy duty
Brings grief and misery where'er she roams!

Karaoke version compiled by Colin Johnson

No. 2 - Scena - Nicolette
Soft karaoke
Words
Nicolette
Right Hand
Left Hand