Lighter Lyrics
Yvette Guilbert's Singing Yet
WHERE is the Paris that we knew Before the epoch of the trippers ? Where is the jolly student crew, In velvet coats and ancient slippers, Who took their troubles with a cheer, Who laughed and sang in spite of debt ? Gone, with the snows of yester-year !
But Yvette Guilbert's singing yet.
The modern song's a negro song, Echoes of Moody and of Sankey ; The cabarets we used to throng Are but a playground for the Yankee.
Our very music is a groan,
A gasp, a gush, a gurgling jet Of noises from a saxophone—
But Yvette Guilbert's singing yet.
And as her songs ring out anew, A hundred ghosts take up the chorus. Jane Avril, and the gaunt " Goulue " Dance, as they danced of old, before us. The ditties that enthralled us then, Who, having heard, could e'er forget ? The heart of France is young again, And Yvette Guilbert's singing yet I JAMES LAVER.
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