Of all the young ladies I know This pretty young lady's the fairest; Her lips have the rosiest show, Her eyes are the richest and rarest. Her origin's lowly, it's true, But of birth and position I've plenty; I've grammar and spelling for two, And blood and behaviour for twenty! Her origin's lowly, it's true, I've grammar and spelling for two; CHORUS. Of birth and position he's plenty, With blood and behaviour for twenty! SOLO—LORD MOUNTARARAT. Though the views of the House have diverged On every conceivable motion, All questions of Party are merged In a frenzy of love and devotion; If you ask us distinctly to say What Party we claim to belong to, We reply, without doubt or delay, The Party I'm singing this song to! SOLO—PHYLLIS. I'm very much pained to refuse, But I'll stick to my pipes and my tabors; I can spell all the words that I use, And my grammar's as good as my neighbours'. As for birth—I was born like the rest, My behaviour is rustic but hearty, And I know where to turn for the best, When I want a particular Party! PHYLLIS, LORD TOLL., and LORD MOUNT. Though her station is none of the best, I suppose she was born like the rest; And she knows where to look for her hearty, When she wants a particular Party! RECITATIVE—PHYLLIS. Nay, tempt me not. To rank I'll not be bound; In lowly cot Alone is virtue found! CHORUS. No, no; indeed high rank will never hurt you, The Peerage is not destitute of virtue. BALLAD—LORD TOLLOLLER. Spurn not the nobly born With love affected, Nor treat with virtuous scorn The well-connected. High rank involves no shame— We boast an equal claim With him of humble name To be respected! Blue blood! blue blood! When virtuous love is sought Thy power is naught, Though dating from the Flood, Blue blood! Ah, blue blood! CHORUS. When virtuous love is sought, etc.