Текст песни Of Thee I Sing: Jilted / I'm About to Be a Mother - Paige O'Hara, Jack Gilford, Maureen McGovern & New York Choral Artists

Jilted, jilted,
I'm a flow'r that's wilted;
Blighted, blighted,
Till the wrong is righted;

Broken, broken
By a man soft-spoken;
Faded, faded-
Heaven knows why!

When man are deceivers, I'm afraid
'Tis sad to be a trusting maid.
Jilted, jilted, jilted am I.
Oh, what is there left but to die?

Jilted, jilted,
She's a flower that's wilted;
Blighted, blighted,
Till the wrong is righted;

Broken, broken
By a man soft-spoken;
Faded, faded-
Heaven knows why!

Just as in the Frankie and Johnny song,
He done her wrong, he done her wrong.

Jilted, jilted, jilted is she!
Oh, what is there left but to dee?
Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo!

And now, Mr. President, what have you to say for yourself?

Impeach me! Fine me! Jail me! Sue me!
My Mary's love means much more to me!

Enough! Enough! We want no preachment!
It's time to vote on his impeachment!

It's time to vote on his impeachment!

SENATORIAL ROLL CALL (CONTINUED)

The Senator from Minnesota?

Guilty!

Check!
The Senator from North Dakota?

Guilty!

Check!
The Senator from Louisiana?

Guilty!

Check!
The Senator who's from Montana?

Guilty!

Stop! Stop! Stop!
Before you go any further,
With your permission,
I must tell you of my husband's delicate condition.

Delicate condition!
What do you mean?