"Tra la la la la la la la La! See me dance the polka" Said Mr Wagg like a bear "with my top hat And my whiskers that - (Tra la la) trap the Fair." Where the waves Seem chiming haycocks I dance the polka; there Stand Venus' children in their gay frocks, - Maroon and marine, - and stare To see me fire my pistol Through the distance blue as my coat; Like Wellington, Byron, the Marquis of Bristol Busbied great trees float While the wheezing hurdy-gurdy Of the marine wind blows me To the tune of Annie Rooney, sturdy Over the sheafs of the sea; And bright as a seedsman's packet With zinnias, candytufts chill Is Mrs. Marigold's Jacket As she gapes at the inn door still Where at dawn in the box of the sailor Blue as the decks of the sea Nelson awoke crowed like the cocks Then back to the dust sank he And Robinson Crusoe Rues so The bright and foxy beer, - But he finds fresh isles In a negress' smiles, - The poxy doxy dear As they, watch me dance the polka" Said MrWagg like a bear "In my top hat and my whiskers that, - Tra la la, trap the Fair Tra la la la la la - Tra la la la la la - Tra la la la la la la la La La La!"
Oh dearie me! This lady does not understand the text and mispronounces some of the words. Marie Taglioni was the famed 19th century ballerina, not Tagliolini. The text also needs greater subtlety of intonation - this is far too stentorian. Try the recording made by the poetess herself, Edith Sitwell.
Oh wow. Coming across an instance if bigoted narcissism, to such a superlative degree as this, is sort of like stepping in dog shit: some miserable cur has left something ugly behind for you trod upon, even now, after all these years.
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Very expressive. Well done!
Stephanie, especially, is terrific here.
Cathy Berberian sings it unreachably Good.
Stephanie doesn't understand what she sings.
I'm missing teh Swiss Yodeling song??
Fun to see, but there's only so much I can take at a time!
"Tra la la la la la la la
La!
See me dance the polka"
Said Mr Wagg like a bear
"with my top hat
And my whiskers that -
(Tra la la) trap the Fair."
Where the waves
Seem chiming haycocks
I dance the polka; there
Stand Venus' children in their gay frocks, -
Maroon and marine, - and stare
To see me fire my pistol
Through the distance blue as my coat;
Like Wellington, Byron, the
Marquis of Bristol
Busbied great trees float
While the wheezing hurdy-gurdy
Of the marine wind blows me
To the tune of Annie Rooney, sturdy
Over the sheafs of the sea;
And bright as a seedsman's packet
With zinnias, candytufts chill
Is Mrs. Marigold's Jacket
As she gapes at the inn door still
Where at dawn in the box of the sailor
Blue as the decks of the sea
Nelson awoke crowed like the cocks
Then back to the dust sank he
And Robinson Crusoe
Rues so
The bright and foxy beer, -
But he finds fresh isles
In a negress' smiles, -
The poxy doxy dear
As they, watch me dance the polka"
Said MrWagg like a bear
"In my top hat and my whiskers that, -
Tra la la, trap the Fair
Tra la la la la la -
Tra la la la la la -
Tra la la la la la la la
La La La!"
Cathy Berberian sings it unreachably Good.
Stephanie doesn't understand what she sings.
Oh dearie me! This lady does not understand the text and mispronounces some of the words. Marie Taglioni was the famed 19th century ballerina, not Tagliolini. The text also needs greater subtlety of intonation - this is far too stentorian. Try the recording made by the poetess herself, Edith Sitwell.
Evelyn Wog? How American. Evelyn Waugh (Waw). Parloff, go back to school.
I know Mike Parloff. He was a flutist at the Met Opera
And... EVE-elyn?
Oh wow. Coming across an instance if bigoted narcissism, to such a superlative degree as this, is sort of like stepping in dog shit: some miserable cur has left something ugly behind for you trod upon, even now, after all these years.