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No. 1 - Opening Chorus
| Soldiers: | Fill up again, my comrades bold, And raise defiant voice; Swear no maids have hearts of gold Like those who are our choice. Fill up again bold warriors all, And empty each a stein, To her who holds each heart in thrall, By lips and eyes divine. Fill up! a toast! To her whom you love most! Fill up! a toast! To her whom you love most! |
| Girls: | With all the golden curls, And the eyes you call divine, We come as peerless girls, You'll find us right in line. This day we vowed to meet; So here we are resorting To see the Duke and then entreat His license for our courting. |
| All: | To see the Duke and then entreat His license for our courting. |
| Solo voices: | Blithely come the brides resplendent, Gaily come the gallant grooms, All in happiness transcendent, Heeding not their future dooms. Hymen's torches, flaming, flaring, Light us on our reckless way And all nature seems a-sharing, Joyance on our nuptial day. |
| Soldiers: | Fill up! a toast! To her whom you love most! |
| All: | Fill up! Fill up! A toast! With all the golden curls, And eyes you call divine, We come as peerless girls, You'll find us right in line. This day we vowed to meet; So here we are, you see, To see the Duke and then entreat His license for our courting. This is the day we vowed to meet; This is the day we vowed to meet, We vowed to meet. |
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| All: | La, la, la! |
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Page modified 14 March 2017