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Our attitude's queer and quaint
You're wrong if you think it ain't； oh！
If you think we are worked by strings；
Like a Japanese marionette；
You don't understand these things：
It is simply Court etiquette。
Perhaps you suppose this throng
Can't keep it up all day long？
If that's your idea； you're wrong； oh！
Enter Nanki…Poo in great excitement。 He carries a native guitar
on his back and a bundle of ballads in his hand。
RECIT。NANKI…POO。
Gentlemen； I pray you tell me
Where a gentle maiden dwelleth；
Named Yum…Yum； the ward of Ko…Ko？
In pity speak； oh speak I pray you！
A NOBLE。 Why； who are you who ask this question？
NANK。 Come gather round me； and I'll tell you。
SONG and CHORUSNANKI…POO。
A wandering minstrel I
A thing of shreds and patches；
Of ballads； songs and snatches；
And dreamy lullaby！
My catalogue is long；
Through every passion ranging；
And to your humours changing
I tune my supple song！
Are you in sentimental mood？
I'll sigh with you；
Oh； sorrow； sorrow！
On maiden's coldness do you brood？
I'll do so； too
Oh； sorrow； sorrow！
I'll charm your willing ears
With songs of lovers' fears；
While sympathetic tears
My cheeks bedew
Oh； sorrow； sorrow！
But if patriotic sentiment is wanted；
I've patriotic ballads cut and dried；
For where'er our country's banner may be planted；
All other local banners are defied！
Our warriors； in serried ranks assembled；
Never quailor they conceal it if they do
And I shouldn't be surprised if nations trembled
Before the mighty troops of Titipu！
CHORUS。 We shouldn't be surprised； etc。
NANK。 And if you call for a song of the sea；
We'll heave the capstan round；
With a yeo heave ho； for the wind is free；
Her anchor's a…trip and her helm's a…lee；
Hurrah for the homeward bound！
CHORUS。 Yeo…hoheave ho
Hurrah for the homeward bound！
To lay aloft in a howling breeze
May tickle a landsman's taste；
But the happiest hour a sailor sees
Is when he's down
At an inland town；
With his Nancy on his knees； yeo ho！
And his arm around her waist！
CHORUS。 Then man the capstanoff we go；
As the fiddler swings us round；
With a yeo heave ho；
And a rum below；
Hurrah for the homeward bound！
A wandering minstrel I； etc。
Enter Pish…Tush。
PISH。 And what may be your business with Yum…Yum？
NANK。 I'll tell you。 A year ago I was a member of the
Titipu town band。 It was my duty to take the cap round for
contributions。 While discharging this delicate office； I saw
Yum…Yum。 We loved each other at once； but she was betrothed to
her guardian Ko…Ko； a cheap tailor； and I saw that my suit was
hopeless。 Overwhelmed with despair； I quitted the town。 Judge
of my delight when I heard； a month ago； that Ko…Ko had been con…
demned to death for flirting！ I hurried back at once； in the
hope of finding Yum…Yum at liberty to listen to my protestations。
PISH。 It is true that Ko…Ko was condemned to death for
flirting； but he was reprieved at the last moment； and raised to
the exalted rank of Lord High Executioner under the following
remarkable circumstances：
SONGPISH…TUSH and CHORUS。
Our great Mikado； virtuous man；
When he to rule our land began；
Resolved to try
A plan whereby
Young men might best be steadied。
So he decreed； in words succinct；
That all who flirted； leered or winked
（Unless connubially linked）；
Should forthwith be beheaded。
And I expect you'll all agree
That he was right to so decree。
And I am right；
And you are right；
And all is right as right can be！
CHORUS。 And you are right。
And we are right； etc
This stem decree； you'll understand；
Caused great dismay throughout the land！
For young and old
And shy and bold
Were equally affected。
The youth who winked a roving eye；
Or breathed a non…connubial sigh；
Was thereupon condemned to die
He usually objected。
And you'll allow； as I expect；
That he was right to so object。
And I am right；
And you are right；
And everything is quite correct！
CHORUS。 And you are right；
And we are right； etc。
And so we straight let out on bail
A convict from the county jail；
Whose head was next
On some pretext
Condemned to be mown off；
And made him Headsman； for we said；
〃Who's next to be decapited
Cannot cut off another's head
Until he's cut his own off。〃
And we are right； I think you'll say；
To argue in this kind of way；
And I am right；
And you are right；
And all is righttoo…looral…lay！
CHORUS。 And you are right；
And we are right； etc。
＇Exeunt
Chorus。
Enter Pooh…Bah。
NANK。 Ko…Ko； the cheap tailor； Lord High Executioner of
Titipu！ Why； that's the highest rank a citizen can attain！
POOH。 It is。 Our logical Mikado； seeing no moral
difference between the dignified judge who condemns a criminal to
die； and the industrious mechanic who carries out the sentence；
has rolled the two offices into one； and every judge is now his
own executioner。
NANK。 But how good of you （for I see that you are a
nobleman of the highest rank） to condescend to tell all this to
me； a mere strolling minstrel！
POOH。 Don't mention it。 I am； in point of fact； a
particularly haughty and exclusive person； of pre…Adamite
ancestral descent。 You will understand this when I tell you that
I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal primordial atomic
globule。 Consequently； my family pride is something
inconceivable。 I can't help it。 I was born sneering。 But I
struggle hard to overcome this defect。 I mortify my pride
continually。 When all the great officers of State resigned in a
body because they were too proud to serve under an ex…tailor； did
I not unhesitatingly accept all their posts at once？
PISH。 And the salaries attached to them？ You did。
POOH。 It is consequently my degrading duty to serve this
upstart as First Lord of the Treasury； Lord Chief Justice；
Commander…in…Chief； Lord High Admiral； Master of the Buckhounds；
Groom of the Back Stairs； Archbishop of Titipu； and Lord Mayor；
both acting and elect； all rolled into one。 And at a salary！ A
Pooh…Bah paid for his services！ I a salaried minion！ But I do
it！ It revolts me； but I do it！
NANK。 And it does you credit。
POOH。 But I don't stop at that。 I go and dine with
middle…class people on reasonable terms。 I dance at cheap
suburban parties for a moderate fee。 I accept refreshment at any
hands； however lowly。 I also retail State secrets at a very low
figure。 For instance； any further information about Yum…Yum
would come under the head of a State secret。 （Nanki…Poo takes his
hint； and gives him money。） （Aside。） Another insult and； I
think； a light one！
SONGPOOH…BAH with NANKI…POO and PISH…TUSH。
Young man； despair；
Likewise go to；
Yum…Yum the fair
You must not woo。
It will not do：
I'm sorry for you；
You very imperfect ablutioner！
This very day
From school Yum…Yum
Will wend her way；
And homeward come；
With beat of drum
And a rum…tum…tum；
To wed the Lord High executioner！
And the brass will crash；
And the trumpets bray；
And they'll cut a dash
On