No. 18 - Duet - Rose and Rivers - "Stiboo, Stibee."

Lyrics by Harry Greenbank

[Rivers:] Unlucky the morn on which I was born
The youngest of several brothers!
At college and school considered a fool,
The prizes were given to others.
[Rose:] But now that I've said I'm willing to wed
This very unlucky young fellow,
Don't grumble, my dear, or you'll find me I fear
As jealous as any Othello!
[Both:] For I am/love the most unlucky of men,
But what is a chap/girl to do?
Stiboo stibee stikittykyen
Stiyickittyam stiboo!

[Rivers:] I'm always in debt; at cards or roulette
Misfortune knocks every plan down;
I enter a horse who loses, of course,
The Grand Military at Sandown!
[Rose:] My counsel is vain, it's perfectly plain
Bad luck is your favorite hobby;
But oh! for the time remember that I'm
Exceedingly fond of you, Bobby!
[Both:] For I am/love the most unlucky of men,
But what is a chap/girl to do?
Stiboo stibee stikittykyen
Stiyickittyam stiboo!

[Rivers:] But what will you do, my darling so true,
When stormy the wind and the weather?
Oh, will you agree to face it with me,
And chance ev'ry fortune together?
[Rose:] Ah! surely you don't imagine I won't!
I'm hurt at the very suggestion.
For, Bobby, you know I'm engaged to you, so
How can you ask me such a question?
[Both:] For I'm/you're not the most unlucky of men,
For/Your dear little Rose is true!
Stiboo stibee stikittykyen
Stiyickittyam stiboo!