 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
No. 4 - Entrance and Song - Duke Rodolph
| Chorus: | Strew your posies odoriferous, Through your noses sing! With a welcome most vociferous let the welkin ring; If your joy is not uproarious 'Twill deserve rebuke, For 'tis meet a greeting glorious should await the Duke. Hail! Rodolph, hail! To thee our praises lyric, Hail! Rodolph, hail! We shout a panegyric. Hail! Rodolph, hail! Hail! Rodolph, hail! All hail! all hail! all hail! |
| Rodolph: | By my mien which is Byronic, And my speech which is sardonic, You may think I need a tonic, But your theory is wrong. I am merely misanthropic, With a temper warm and tropic; But all this is not the topic Of this introduct'ry song. You recall I was the lover Of a girl who threw me over; I'm beginning to recover From the sting of Cupid's dart. But in stern commemoration, I have made some legislation Which will keep in regulation All affections of the heart. |
| Chorus: | And this is the law,
young people think is hideous, Made by our Duke 'cause one girl was prefidious. |
| Rodolph: | Love! Bah! Merest bosh and folly; Moonshine and balderdash! Tommiest of rot! Love! Bah! Love is never jolly. Woman! I wouldn't give a copper for the lot. |
| All: | Love! Bah! Merest bosh and folly; Moonshine and balderdash! Tommiest of rot! Love! Bah! Love is never jolly. Woman! I wouldn't give a copper for the lot. |
| Rodolph: | Till my laws had been enacted, There was ne'er a tax exacted From the silly fools attracted; They could kiss and marry free; But just now they're not so cheerful. For they pay a tax that's fearful; And their pray'rs for mercy tearful Only cause me ghoulish glee. If your silly heart is aching, And you wish to be love-making, It's the worst kind of law-breaking, If no license you have got; And a pair detected spooning, Love-talk crooning or communing, If they haven't got a license Must be married on the spot. |
| Chorus: | And this is the law,
of tyranny the pinnacle, Made by our Duke who's nothing if not cynical. |
| Rodolph: | Love! Bah! Merest bosh and folly; Moonshine and balderdash! Tommiest of rot! Love! Bah! Love is never jolly. Woman! I wouldn't give a copper for the lot. |
| All: | Love! Bah! Merest bosh and folly; Moonshine and balderdash! Tommiest of rot! Love! Bah! Love is never jolly. Woman! I wouldn't give a copper for the lot. |
 |
 |
 |
Page modified 14 March 2017