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No. 13: At twenty-three Lord Carnaby
Sung by Lord Carnaby and Dame Cherry
| Lord Carnaby: |
| At twenty-three, Lord Carnaby, tho' anything but plain, Was quite a coxcomb as you see, so empty-headed, vain! I rather think he us'd to drink, no greater rake alive! How different to Carnaby at sober sixty-five. Oh! Not a bit like to Carnaby at sober sixty-five, Not a bit like to Carnaby at sober sixty-five. |
| Both: |
| Not a bit like to Carnaby at sober sixty-five! Not a bit like to Carnaby! at sober sixty-five! |
| Dame Cherry: |
| Dame Cherry too, at seventeen was such a sad coquette, She flirted here, she flirted there with ev'ry beau she met, She sent a dart into each heart, and play'd such thoughtless tricks, But Oh! how different is she at sober fifty-six. But not a bit like, in truth, is she at sober fifty-six, But not a bit like, in truth, is she Dame Cherry at fifty-six! |
| Both: |
| But not a bit like, in truth, is she at sober fifty-six, But not a bit like, in truth, is she Dame Cherry at fifty-six! |
