LUD:

Pretty Lisa, fair and tasty,

Tell me now, and tell me truly,

Haven't you been rather hasty?

Haven't you been rash unduly?

Am I quite the dashing sposo

That your fancy could depict you?

Perhaps you think I'm only so-so?

(She expresses admiration.)

Well, I will not contradict you!



CHORUS:

No, he will not contradict you!



LISA:

Who am I to raise objection?

I'm a child, untaught and homely--

When you tell me you're perfection,

Tender, truthful, true, and comely--

That in quarrel no one's bolder,

Though dissensions always grieve you--

Why, my love, you're so much older

That, of course, I must believe you!



CHORUS:

Yes, of course, she must believe you!



CHORUS:

If he ever acts unkindly,

Shut your eyes and love him blindly--

Should he call you names uncomely,

Shut your mouth and love him dumbly--

Should he rate you, rightly--leftly--

Shut your ears and love him deafly.

Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!

Thus and thus and thus alone

Ludwig's wife may hold her own!