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This early musical short shows two monks in white habits against a black backdrop, performing a song.
Transcript
00:23It's the young Obadiah to the old Obadiah,
00:28Obadiah, Obadiah, I am dry.
00:33It's the old Obadiah to the young Obadiah,
00:39Obadiah, Obadiah, so am I.
00:44But the two Obadiahs had between them not a frown,
00:50and all they sought to follow from responded with a frown.
00:55It's the young Obadiah to the old Obadiah,
01:01Obadiah, Obadiah, Obadiah, Obibloed.
01:16What a phrase!
01:19Who let me mean?
01:22Let the young Obadiah to the old Obadiah,
01:28To America, I think we ought to go.
01:32Let the old Obadiah to the young Obadiah,
01:38Mr. Redmond says it's great, he ought to know.
01:43Oh, they tell us that America's a fine-tossed little ground.
01:49You just talk through your hat a bit,
01:52And then you pass it round.
01:55Then the young Obadiah took the old Obadiah,
02:00Obadiah, Obidiah, Obidad, and Begara.
02:21Let the young Obadiah to the old Obadiah,
02:28Did you ever go to Beecham's opera?
02:31Said the old Obadiah to the young Obadiah,
02:32Said the old Obadiah,
02:36Said the old Obadiah,
02:36To the young Obadiah,
02:38Said the old Obadiah to the young Obadiah,
02:38It is not the sort of place to take Mama.
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