Balstrode
We live and let live,
And look we keep our hands to ourselves.
(Boles struggles to his feet. - Balstrode sits him down again, laying the law down.)
Balstrode
Pub conversation should depend
On this eternal moral;
So long as satire don't descend
To fisticuff or quarrel.
We live and let live, and look We keep our hands to ourselves.
(And while Boles is being forced into his chair again, the bystanders comment:)
Chorus
We live and let live, and look
We keep our hands to ourselves.
Balstrode
We sit and drink the evening through
Not deigning to devote a
Thought to the daily cud we chew
But buying drinks by rota.
All
We live and let live, and look
We keep our hands to ourselves.
(Door opens. - The struggle with the wind is worse than before as Ned Keene gets through.)
We live and let live,
And look we keep our hands to ourselves.
(Boles struggles to his feet. - Balstrode sits him down again, laying the law down.)
Balstrode
Pub conversation should depend
On this eternal moral;
So long as satire don't descend
To fisticuff or quarrel.
We live and let live, and look We keep our hands to ourselves.
(And while Boles is being forced into his chair again, the bystanders comment:)
Chorus
We live and let live, and look
We keep our hands to ourselves.
Balstrode
We sit and drink the evening through
Not deigning to devote a
Thought to the daily cud we chew
But buying drinks by rota.
All
We live and let live, and look
We keep our hands to ourselves.
(Door opens. - The struggle with the wind is worse than before as Ned Keene gets through.)