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Minestra.

I’d be a young girl if I could!

You’re very good — you’re very good:

But that unlikely I’m afraid is!

I’d be as lovely as a rose!

So I suppose — so I suppose.

And so, no doubt, would most old ladies!

I’ll rouge my face, make up my eyes,

With cunning dyes — with cunning dyes —

My venerable looks anointing.

I’ll try my best your heart to thrill.

I’m sure you will, my love, but still

It is a little, little disappointing!

Risotto.

You’re certain that you’re wide awake?

There’s no mistake — there’s no mistake?

Your rugged wrinkles you can’t thin off?

I’ve scrubbed, and scrubbed, and scrubbed away

For half a day, for half a day,

Until I’ve almost scrubbed the skin off!

So gouty and rheumatic I,

That though I try, that though I try,

I scarce can fasten my shoe buckles.

My bride could write (so gouty she)

“No Popery! No Popery!”

On the walls with all her knuckles!

Exit Risotto, slowly and despondingly.