Lyrics: Alan Jay Lerner
Music: Frederick Loewe
"(First Cockney whistles first two lines of song.)
Second Cockney (sings)
With one enormous chair,
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
The Cockneys Quartet (sing)
Lots of choc’late for me to eat;
Lots of coal makin’ lots of heat;
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet,
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
(Eliza has entered, she hears the singing and crosses downstage listening to them. Two Flower Girls cross to her and offer flowers for her to buy. She makes no reply. They stare at her as if they recognize her and cross upstage.)
Oh, so loverly sittin’ absobloomin’lutely still!
I would never budge till
Spring crept over me windersill.
Someone’s head restin’ on my knee;
Warm and tender as she can be,
Who takes good care of me,
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
(She stands above them. They become aware of her, and their voices trail off. A few of the Cockneys rise and wander off, leaving just three sitting there. Music continues under.)
First Cockney (spoken)
Good morning, miss. Can I help you?
Eliza (spoken)
Do you mind if I warm my hands?
Second Cockney (spoken)
Go right ahead, miss.
(She crouches down to warm her hands. The Third Cockney stares at her hard. Eliza notices it.)
Eliza (hopefully)
Yes?
Third Cockney (spoken)
Excuse me, miss. For a second there I thought you was somebody else.
Eliza
Who?
Third Cockney
Forgive me, ma’am. Early morning light playing tricks with me eyes.
(He rises. They all do.)
Second Cockney
Can I get you a taxi, ma’am? A lady like you shouldn’t be walkin’ around London alone at this hour of the mornin’.
Eliza
No... Thank you.
First Cockney
Good morning, miss.
(They all wander upstage of her, all somewhat embarrassed. Yet, still feeling that they know her from somewhere.
Eliza sits on bench, picks up a bunch of violets from the basket next to the fire and sings:)
Eliza
Someone’s head resting on my knee;
Warm and tender as he can be,
Who takes good care of me,
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Loverly! Loverly!
Loverly! Loverly!"