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1881 - Mabel Was I Ere I Saw MelbaHelen Mitchell, Helen Mitchell,How's your satchel, how's your satchel Of C's and B's and F's? Helen Mitchell, Helen Mitchell, What's in your satchel, what's in your satchel, Peaches and cream and chefs? My screeches are fine, My peaches are fine, They call me Melba 'cause I was born in Melbourne. But can you imagine, How great my chagrin Had I seen the light of day in Amoebourne? Lovely looking and a Taurus Might have spent her life in the chorus, But her Daddy David was a magnate Who didn't think that one should stagnate. Firmly like a march by Sousa She decided her husband was a loser, And sought Mr Cecchi when she heard he Could teach the art of singing Verdi. Her next lessons she took in Paris, Madame Marchesi was a menace, But ended being Nellie's helper, Taught her stardom, called her Melba. Her true career began in Brussels Where her voice first showed its muscles, And when she sang Puccini's Mimi They could just about hear her in Tarranginnie. Because her dad was St Patrick's builder It taught her to reach new heights as Gilda, And, though unsuited, she saw no harm in Trying her chords at the role of Carmen. London next was a lot of fun For here from eighty-eight till World War One When her timber began to harden She warbled each season at Covent Garden. She sang also like a great virago At the Grand Opera in Chicago, While in New York it was no sweat To perform Gounod's Juliette. For years you couldn't find anything purer Than her corrugated coloratura, That's why in the Great War us to inspire They made her a Dame of the British Empire.
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