Coquin De Printemps 1905

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 30 August 2010
2010

When the Autumn leaves are falling
I can hear my conscience calling:
Duty waits for me.
Vanish all the bars between us.
For the present farewell,
Venus, Wine and Melody.
I abandon Jane's caresses,
Kitty's eyes and Maudie's tresses
Hold me in no thrall.
But tho' Kitty, Maud and Jane,
In winter smile at me in vain,
In Spring I adore them all.

I'm fond of any blonde,
if any blond be fond of me;
I'll let a sweet brunette
come walking in my company;
I'll smile a little while
at any shade of maid you bring;
I'll kiss that one or this
I'm not capricious
in the Spring.

I'm fond of any blonde,
if any blond be fond of me;
I'll let a sweet brunette
come walking in my company;
I'll smile a little while
at any shade of maid you bring;
I'll kiss that one or this
I'm not capricious
in the Spring.

Sternly ev'ry sense refuses
To be wakened by the Muses,
While the snow lies round;
Mendelssohn is unmelodious,
Offenbach to me is odious,
Verdi has no sound;
Though to rouse me
you may chose a march by Suppé
or by Sousa,
On deaf ears 'twill fall;
In the winter I will urge
that ev'ry melody's a dirge,
In Spring I adore them all.

Mozart can fill my heart,
At his command I smile or weep;
Wagner my soul will stir,
or softly soothe that soul to sleep;
Gounod will still me though
with Messager I sway and swing;
My own pet gramaphone
Is never rusty in the Spring.

Mozart can fill my heart,
At his command I smile or weep;
Wagner my soul will stir,
or softly soothe that soul to sleep;
Gounod will still me though
with Messager I sway and swing;
My own pet gramaphone
Is never rusty in the Spring.

When the chills of Winter rack us,
I will turn my back on Bacchus
And his vinous schemes;
Water for my third suffices,
No green fairy me entices
in Hogarthian dreams.
For a stoup of choice Ayala,
Crimson, Beaune, or old Marsala,
I will never call.
In the winter I may think
No wine is fit for me to drink
In Spring I can drink them all.

Bring me some Burgundy,
The vintage that I love so well;
White wine from River Rhine
Or matchless Nectar or Moselle;
Then some Heidsieck or Mumm,
Of cuveé rare when e'er I ring.
Bring too some "Mountain Dew"
with sparkling water from the Spring.

Bring me some Burgundy,
The vintage that I love so well;
White wine from River Rhine
Or matchless Nectar or Moselle;
Then some Heidsieck or Mumm,
Of cuveé rare when e'er I ring.
Bring too some "Mountain Dew"
with sparkling water from the Spring.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Coquin De Printemps 1905
March Song
Music by Ivan Caryll
Lyrics by George Grossmith Junr.
© MCMV by Chappell & Co. London
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 30 August 2010 at 13.24
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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