Baba the Turk’s Aria

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[BABA] As I was saying, both brothers wore moustaches But Sir John was taller, they gave me the musical glasses That was in Vienna, no, it must have been Milan Because of the donkeys. Vienna was the Chinese fan Or was it the bottle of water from the River Jordan? I'm certain at least it was Vienna and Lord Gordon I get so confused about all my travels The snuffboxes came from Paris, and the fulminous gravels From a cardinal who admired me vastly in Rome You're not eating, my love. Count Moldau gave me the gnome And Prince Obolowsky the little statues of the twelve apostles Which I like best of all my treasures except my fossils Which reminds me I must tell Bridget never to touch the mummies I'll dust them myself, she can do the waxwork dummies Of course, I like my birds, too, especially my great auk But the moths will get in them. My love, what's the matter? Why don't you talk? What's the matter? Speak to me! Come, sweet, come Why so glum? Smile at Baba who Loving smiles at you Do not frown Husband, dear [TOM] Sit down! [BABA] Scorned! Abused! Neglected! Baited! Wretched me! Why is this? Why is this? I can see, I know, I know, I know who is your bliss Your bliss, your love, your love, your love, your life While I, your loving wife Lie not! Am hated, am hated Young, demure, delightful, clever Is she not? Not as I That is what I know you sigh Then sigh! Then cry! For she, your wife, shall never Shall never, shall never be. Oh no! no, never, never