No. 25 - Duet - Hilda and de l'Orme Lyrics by Paul A. Rubens

[de l'Orme:] Je vous adore, ev'ry day more,
Oh! how I long for the day when you're mine!
Ah! ma petite, you are so sweet,
[Hilda:] It's plain that I've got my fish
well on the line.
[de l'Orme:] Then when I make you
my wife, I will take you
Over the sea to my lovely Paree.
On all sides I'll show you,
Why, all France shall know you.
[Hilda:] France must come here
if it wants to see me!
[de l'Orme:] Viens à Paris,
Viens, ma cherie,
[Hilda:] That's all very well,
but just think of the sea,
[de l'Orme:] Eh bien, c'est ma patrie,
[Hilda:] I dare-say that may be, but
[Both:] I'll take good care that you stay here with me!

[de l'Orme:] Endless, caresses,
Hats and new dresses,
All that I can I will give you, my dear;
Dancing and dining,
Cheques all day signing,
[Hilda:] Don't you think you could
do that over here?
[de l'Orme:] London is rather
too near to your father,
So come to Paris, it is just paradise.
[Hilda:] All so inviting,
But much too exciting,
Don't you think Kensington
sounds quite as nice?
[de l'Orme:] Viens à Paris,
Viens, ma cherie,
That's all very well,
but just think of the sea,
Eh bien, c'est ma patrie,
I dare-say that may be, but
[Both:] I'll take good care that you stay here with me!