No. 3 - Duet - Lady Punchestown and Pyke Lyrics by Percy Greenbank

[Lady Punchestown:] Supposing a sweet little maid,
Well-bred, rather clever and fair,
With girlish affections in other directions
Should marry a millionaire,
Whose hair is inclined to be gray,
Oh! what would Society say?
[Pyke:] Although he's made money in trade,
[Lady Punchestown:] Oh, yes!
[Pyke:] A millionaire is a catch;
[Lady Punchestown:] Oh, yes!
[Pyke:] I think she'd be fêted and congratulated
On making a suitable match;
Society surely would say:
"We are glad she has fixed on the day!"
[Lady Punchestown:] But only supposing that she
Objected to love and obey,
A scene there might be and a nisi decree,
Then what would Society say?
[Both: But only supposing that she
Objected to love and obey,
A scene there might be and a nisi decree,
Then what would Society say?

[Pyke:] Supposing a lady of rank,
Whose milliner's rather a pest,
Should think to escape her
by signing a paper
In favour of Madame Celeste,
Containing a promise to pay,
Oh! what would Society say?
[Lady Punchestown:] When balance is low at the bank,
[Pyke:] Oh, yes!
[Lady Punchestown:] You must do the best that you can,
[Pyke:] Oh, yes!
[Lady Punchestown:] And live upon credit,
Though somebody said it
Is not an advisable plan;
Society surely would say:
"Well, this sort of thing's done ev'ry day!"
[Pyke:] Supposing the time was too short
And she was unable to pay,
She'll have to resort to the Bankruptcy Court,
Then what would Society say?
[Both: Supposing the time was too short
And she was unable to pay,
She'll have to resort to the Bankruptcy Court,
Then what would Society say?