With all his homely virtues on parade).
And I am music’s Edinburgh rock,
A laxative caressing to the ear,
A sanitary purge unto the sense;
A sentimental background in the life
Of modest daughter and domestic wife.
Chorus of Guitar and Mandoline
I snatch the silence whimpering
(Nocturnal perfumes make me sneeze)
My nostrils twitch; I snap the air,