Fallen Fairies Web Opera Act II



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No. 18: Song (Lutin) & Chorus.

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.