You and me together, we’re the best in the world.
Well, I’m afraid that might be my fault. Indeed?
It’s certainly a problem
When the girl doesn’t pitch up for the proposal
What do you think of this? Private boat on the Thames?
Last of the season’s strawberries,
Dom Perignon champagne. Everything
And you didn’t appear?
How do you think a pianist without two shillings to rub together?
Feels proposing to the most beautiful woman in the world?
I opened the champagne.
One glass didn’t seem enough. One thing led to another.
Then I had a bit of a brainwave.
As we floated past the Tower of London.
Decided the ring I had wasn’t good enough for her.
Well, when a fellow needs a diamond,
What better place to get one than the Tower of London?
The rest is all a bit hazy, but
There appears to have an altercation with the yeoman of the guard.
Thirty bread and water
Prison certainly clears the head.
Pure and simple, I want you to marry me.
And it’s a one-word conversation, dear.
Is it because I’m not rich enough for you?
I’m wearing most of my worldly possessions.
I could never offer this kind of blackmail.
Money or love? That’s the question I’m asking, Dear.
With you singing and me playing, we could knock the would flat.
Yes or no, Dear?
The ship sails tomorrow morning.
– Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day