The Princess: More Songs

 

Ann is our Queen of the May;
Ann is our Queen of the May;
We’ll own her, and gown her,
We’ll throne her, and crown her,
This very same holiday!

Rajah’s Song
Am I a criminal film actor?
Wrong? I’m the Rajah of Song.
Am I diamond extractor?
Wrong! I’m the Rajah of Song.

Stained is my face but not my career,
My interest in cash is merely Kashmir;
I’m as Indian as rubber, of that have no fear,
My tongue is long, I’m the Rajah of Song!

Here is our Queen of the May,
Come to our market place;
Here is our Queen of the May,
Graceful and lovely of face.
Shout and give three hearty cheers,
Hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray,
Off with your frowns and tears
Away with your doubts and fears;
Here is our Queen of the May,
Beautiful, lovely and gay.

Constable’s Song
Since I do not like worry
I’m not very sorry
When cases like this one are took off my hands.
I do like my peace
And to sit at my ease,
Instead of chasing desperate bands.

Our policeman is smiling
When no one is riling
Or teasing, or stealing, or anything like;
If cases were numerous
He’d not be so humorous,
In fact he would come out on strike!