No. 8 - Duet - Rosa and Tommy Lyrics by Adrian Ross

[Tommy:] I'm a little messenger,
Summoned by a call;
I should very much prefer
To be big and tall.
I would be a bobby then,
Very great and grand,
Stopping all the traffic when
I held up my hand!
[Rosa:] I would be a nursemaid neat,
Trying hard to cross the street!

[Rosa:] Oh, policeman, hold me tight!
[Tommy:] All right, miss!
[Rosa:] Hansoms give me such a fright!
[Tommy:] All right, miss!
[Both: (her words)] Come and see us Saturday,
When the Missis is away!

[Rosa:] I'm a little lady's maid
Always on the go,
For my lady wants my aid
Ev'ry hour or so!
But I dearly wish I were
Just a sailor lad,
Furling up the spinnaker
On an Iron-clad!
[Tommy:] I would be the bos'n stout,
And I'd order you about!

[Tommy:] Reef your fo'c'stle mizenhead!
[Rosa:] Aye, aye, sir!
[Tommy:] Haul your wind and heave the lead!
[Rosa:] Aye, aye, sir!
[Both:] Douse your jib when you've a chance,
Pipe all hands for grog and dance!

[Rosa:] If I could be born a boy
That would not be bad,
For I would enlist with joy
As a soldier lad!
I would wear a khaki kit,
Paint my buttons brown;
None could see me, not a bit,
Till I shot them down!
[Tommy:] I'd be sergeant to you still,
And I'd put you through your drill.

[Tommy:] 'Tention, number from the right!
[Rosa:] One, two, three!
[Tommy:] Eyes right! March! You are a sight!
[Rosa:] One, two, three!
[Both:] Shoulder arms! fix magazine!
Forward! Soldiers of the Queen!