LUD:
Pretty Lisa, fair and tasty,
Tell me now, and tell me truly,
Haven't you been rather hasty?
Haven't you been rash unduly?
Am I quite the dashing sposo
That your fancy could depict you?
Perhaps you think I'm only so-so?
(She expresses admiration.)
Well, I will not contradict you!
CHORUS:
No, he will not contradict you!
LISA:
Who am I to raise objection?
I'm a child, untaught and homely--
When you tell me you're perfection,
Tender, truthful, true, and comely--
That in quarrel no one's bolder,
Though dissensions always grieve you--
Why, my love, you're so much older
That, of course, I must believe you!
CHORUS:
Yes, of course, she must believe you!
CHORUS:
If he ever acts unkindly,
Shut your eyes and love him blindly--
Should he call you names uncomely,
Shut your mouth and love him dumbly--
Should he rate you, rightly--leftly--
Shut your ears and love him deafly.
Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
Thus and thus and thus alone
Ludwig's wife may hold her own!
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