Signor Mons Muldoni 1898 'The Fortune Teller'

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 11 Mar 2006
2006

Unto a circus once there went
a maid with eyes cerulean,
she saw the modern Samson that
man of might herculean,
he won her little heart at sight,
she longed for matrimony,
he called and introduced himself
as Signor Mons Muldoni.

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
How she loved that modern Samson
and that human Hercules,
he could balance three men
on the tip of his nose
with superfine, elegant ease,
he could carry a horse on his back,
and in either hand juggle a pony,
Oh no one was in it,
no, not for a minute
with Signor Mons Muldoni.

[Dance:]

She first refused her heart to him,
she wished that he should earn it sure,
it broke her heart so he in turn
began to break the furniture,
he chewed the marble mantelpiece
as if 'twere macaroni.
To prove the strength of the mighty love
of Signor Mons Muldoni

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
How she loved that modern Samson
and that human Hercules,
he could balance three men
on the tip of his nose
with superfine, elegant ease,
he could carry a horse on his back,
and in either hand juggle a pony,
Oh no one was in it,
no, not for a minute
with Signor Mons Muldoni.

[Dance:]

Her brothers tried to put him out,
but the greatest strength yet born is his;
one brother he hung on the chandelier
and the rest behind the cornices,
her father then stepped up and said:
"You've got us in a nice box,"
but he twisted pa up like a pretzel
and put him away in the icebox.

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
How she loved that modern Samson
and that human Hercules,
he could balance three men
on the tip of his nose
with superfine, elegant ease,
he could carry a horse on his back,
and in either hand juggle a pony,
Oh no one was in it,
no, not for a minute
with Signor Mons Muldoni.

[Dance:]

When she agreed to be his bride
his joy was most particular;
he picked her up and balanced her
on the tip of his left auricular.
He spun her on his finger thus
which almost led to high words,
his lips met hers in a long, long kiss
while her tootsies pointed skywards.

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
How she loved that modern Samson
and that human Hercules,
he could balance three men
on the tip of his nose
with superfine, elegant ease,
he could carry a horse on his back,
and in either hand juggle a pony,
Oh no one was in it,
no, not for a minute
with Signor Mons Muldoni.

[Dance:]

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Signor Mons Muldoni 1898
from "The Fortune Teller" - 1898
Music by Victor Herbert
Lyrics by Harry B. Smith
© MDCCCXCVIII by M. Witmark & Sons
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 11 March 2006 at 19.41
in association with Doug Grierson
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