Mary. Anything you want to do, dear;Anything you want to do, dear/ words by Otto Harbach music by Louis A. Hirsch
Hirsch, Louis A. (Louis Achille), 1887-1924. “Mary. Anything you want to do, dear;Anything you want to do, dear/ words by Otto Harbach music by Louis A. Hirsch.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 16 June 2020, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/20143. Accessed 22 Jan. 2022.
|Title||Mary. Anything you want to do, dear;Anything you want to do, dear/ words by Otto Harbach music by Louis A. Hirsch|
|Subject||Musicals -- Excerpts -- Vocal scores with piano|
|Description||For voice and piano|
|Caption title list of vocal selections available on cop.1 shorter list on cop.2|
|From the musical comedy Mary|
|Back cover: Excerpts of five songs from Mary on cop.1 Excerpt of City of Dreams on cop.2|
|Creator||Hirsch, Louis A. (Louis Achille), 1887-1924|
|Source||Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University|
|Publisher||New York, Victoria Publ. Co.|
|Contributor||Harbach, Otto, 1873-1963, Lyricist.|
|Alternative Title||First line of text: What can I do to prove to you;First line of refrain: Anything you want to do dear; Mary (Musicals)|
VERSE 01: What can I do,/ To prove to you,/ That I'll be faithful to the end,/ No matter what the fates may send,/ This much I'll say,/ You'll have your way,/ Your slightest wish I'll understand,/ I am but yours, dear to command.
CHORUS: Anything you want to do, dear/ That's the thing I want to do,/ When you feel like feeling blue, dear/ I'll be melancholy too,/ When you feel like feeling gay, dear/ All you have to do is say, dear,/ That you'd like to have me happy and snappy for you,/ I will be your other self, dear/ All your wishes shall be mine./ When you want me on the shelf, dear/ That is where I will recline/ I will try to get your view, dear/ Anything you want to do dear/ That's the thing that I will do for you.
VERSE 02: You will agree,/ Dearie with me,/ That won't be very hard to do,/ Since I but think the same as you,/ When you are cross,/ You'll be the boss,/ And as to quarelling my dear,/ You needn't have the slightest fear.
|Original Format||1 score (7 p.) 30 cm|