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What do I see in this disguise?! Tom Brown!
Can I believe my eyes?
'Tis he, recover your surprise,
Tom Brown assumes his native guise.
Eliza, if you'll marry me, The proudest Lady you shall be,
That ever London town did see. Eliza say that you will be
The Duchess of Islington!
Oh ask me not to leave this spot The beasts I loved so well,
The grief I feel at this appeal No mortal man can tell.
The grizzly one will miss his bun, The bun he thought so nice -
The polar bear, in blank despair,
Will ask in vain for ice.
And who will feed that lanky steed, The cameleopard?
From these to part it breaks my heart, It's very - very hard.
Nay, dry your tears, these needless fears One word shall chase away.
I've bought them all, the great and small, They go with us to-day.
And every morn, at early dawn, The gentle armadillo,
Or rattlesnake, When you awake
You'll find upon your pillow.
The parrot too, and cockatoo, Shall lull you to repose
The nice baboon, and strong raccoon,
Shall titivate your nose.
The nice baboon, and strong raccoon, Shall titivate your nose.
My love! My life! My dove! My wife! With happiness I die.
Ah! Cruel fate!
Great heavens! I had forgotten!
We too, for the moment had forgotten his melancholy end,
But now ...
Oh! cruel fate! Too late! Too late!
One moment, allow me to explain...
What here again?!
Pray, why arouse our sympathy; And if you mean it
why not die?
In consequence of some repairs I much regret they've moved the bears.
But I will try the lion's den, Once more the bears I'll brave
and then ... and then ...
The sacrifice would needless prove, I've heard the story of your love,
On his consent you now may count,
And here is double the amount.
Ten thousand a year gives the noble peer!
Return my love, a loving heart Shall tenderly its love impart,
Return my own, no more we'll part. Oh, happy, happy day.
Two happy pairs behold, today By *** joined - Ah by the way,
I wonder what the World will say About today.
But let us sing in well-known staves, That while Britannia rules the waves,
We Britons never, never will be slaves, Hurray! Hurray!