Текст песни The Miller's Son - Stephen Sondheim, Gabrielle Stravelli

The Miller's Son

I shall marry the miller’s son
Pin my hat on a nice piece of property
Friday nights, for a bit of fun
We’ll go dancing
Meanwhile…
It’s a wink and a wiggle
And a giggle in the grass
And I’ll trip the light fandango
A pinch and a diddle
In the middle of what pass-
Es by
It’s a very short road
From the pinch and the punch
To the paunch and the pouch
And the pension
It’s a very short road
To the ten thousandth lunch
And the belch and the grouch
And the sigh
In the meanwhile
There are mouths to be kissed
Before mouths to be fed
And a lot in btween
In the meanwhile
And a girl ought to clebrate
What passes by
Or I shall marry the business man
Five fat babies and lots of security
Friday nights, if we think we can
We’ll go dancing
Meanwhile…
It’s a push and a fumble
And a tumble in the sheets
And I’ll foot the Highland Fancy
A dip in the butter
And a flutter with what meets
My eye
It’s a very short fetch
From the push and the whoop
To the squint and the stoop
And the mumble
It’s not much of a stretch
To the cribs and the croup
And the bosoms that droop
And go dry
In the meanwhile
There are mouths to be kissed
Before mouths to be fed
And there’s many a tryst
And there’s many a bed
To be sampled and seen
In the meanwhile
And a girl has to celebrate
What passes by
Or I shall marry the Prince of Wales
Pearls and servants and dressing for festivals
Friday nights, with him all in tails
We’ll have dancing
Meanwhile…
It’s a rip in the bustle
And a rustle in the hay
And I’ll pitch the Quick Fantastic
With flings of confetti
And my petticoats away
Up high
It’s a very short way
From the fling that’s for fun
To the thigh pressing un-
Der the table
It’s a very short day
Till you’re stuck with just one
Or it has to be done
On the sly
In the meanwhile
There are mouths to be kissed
Before mouths to be fed
And there’s many a tryst
And there’s many a bed
There’s a lot I’ll have missed
But I’ll not have been dead
When I die!
And a person should celebrate
Everything passing by
And I shall marry the miller’s son