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Published on 13 Oct 2007
From the Bel Canto Opera production: After having had a profitable day selling his brooms, the Father comes home and cheers up the weary and downhearted Mother with a basket of goodies, until.....
MOTHER: God, I'm weary. Weary of living. Jesus, take care of us! FATHER: Tra la la la,tra lal la la Mother, I am on my way Ra la la la, ra la la la This has been my lucky day! When you're poor like we are, Mother every day is like the other Never better, but only worse, empty stomach and empty purse Tra la la la, tra la la la When you're poor, your life's a curse Ra la la la, ra la la la When you're poor, your life's a curse when you're poor you're always needing shelter, clothing warmth and feeding We who have nothing bear the cross When you're poor, no gain, no loss Tra la la la, tra la la la, Hunger makes the finest sauce. Ra la la la, ra la la la, Hunger makes the finest sauce. They say hunger makes even slops taste great if that is all that's on your plate But look, I've got my flask of wine... if I'm getting drink, the slops taste fine. Tra la la la, tra la la la Wine for me, and slops for swine Ra la la la, ra la la la Mother - see what I have brought... MOTHER: Who's that? Good Lord, the bleating scared me to death You're drunk! You've been eating! There's wine on your breath. FATHER: So what? The beast here inside erupted and cried " you feed me now... until I'm satisfied" Tra la la la tra la la la Hungry beasts won't be defied Ra la la la, ra la la la Food and drink can't be denied. MOTHER: I know! Your beast is the worst. His needs come first. When he cries for wine, you must gratify his thirst! FATHER: That's so. It's been a marvellous day...would you agree, my dear? MOTHER: Please go! I get the bills we must pay and you just disappear! FATHER: Heigh-ho! No need to fret and fuss. Supper will be a treat for us. MOTHER: You'll see we've just bread and water. For that you'll thank your son and daughter! Cupboard bare, naught to spare, just a half a loaf of bread to share. FATHER: Tra la la la, tra la la la You'll be thanking your lucky star when you see how blessed we are! Hush! Mother...Thish ish all for ush, Mother! MOTHER: Ach, Gott, what's in there? Ham and butter, flour and sausage, eggs...so many...these have cost a pretty penny! carrots....onions...and, let's see...lots of coffee, and some tea. BOTH: Tra la la la tra la la la ra la la la. Hip Hurray! This has been our lucky day. FATHER: I'll tell how lady luck came my way. Down in Waldshut, where I have been, There's the biggest fair there you've ever seen. Hundreds, thousands, in jubilation...pockets full of money for the celebration Bands were playing, flags were flying...so much money, everyone was buying All the streets were full and swelling holidays are made for trade and selling Found a pitch with passers-by....got my brooms out and I began to cry: Buy brooms here! Buy brooms here! Get your brushes! Feather dusters! Besom brooms here! You'd think there'd been a sweeping crisis... I sold out at the highest prices! Get out glasses for libation I've got a bottle for tonight's celebration. Here's to wealth! MOTHER: Here's to health! FATHER: But wait...we're missing the children!