Don't cry on my shoulder, Miranda
My word, you are wearing me out
All those tears will mar your beauty
So get dressed and we'll gad about

Come, put on your glad rags Miranda
And wear a bright smile on your face
The world is your oyster, my darling
Get out there and have you a taste

Even when it is raining, Miranda
And the sky is heavy and grey
Why, somewhere the sun is shining
So brush all those dark clouds away