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No. 11 - Song - Jack and Chorus
| Jack: | In this lazy land our distractions are but few, But there comes a day when the mails from home are due; Then we watch and wait, and our eager eyes we strain For a cloud of dust far away across the plain. |
| Chorus: | See! they have been sighted at last, Galloping, galloping, galloping fast. |
| Jack: | The mails, the mails! With clatter of hoof and wheel! It's clear, they're here, Suspense is over, we're in clover. The mails, the mails! Oh, every one must feel The wild excitement that prevails As we meet the English mails! |
| Men: | Galloping, galloping, galloping... |
| Ladies: | The mails, the mails! |
| All: | With clatter of hoof and wheel! It's clear, they're here, Suspense is over, we're in clover. The mails, the mails! Oh, every one must feel The wild excitement that prevails As we meet the English mails! Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping, Galloping, galloping, galloping fast. |
| Jack: | Ev'ry other thought for the moment disappears, There'll be news of friends whom you haven't seen for years, And your wives and sweethearts, such cheery letters send, With a lot of love and some kisses at the end. |
| Chorus: | See! they have been sighted at last, Galloping, galloping, galloping fast. |
| Jack: | The mails, the mails! With clatter of hoof and wheel! It's clear, they're here, Suspense is over, we're in clover. The mails, the mails! Oh, every one must feel The wild excitement that prevails As we meet the English mails! |
| Men: | Galloping, galloping, galloping... |
| Ladies: | The mails, the mails! |
| All: | With clatter of hoof and wheel! It's clear, they're here, Suspense is over, we're in clover. The mails, the mails! Oh, every one must feel The wild excitement that prevails As we meet the English mails! Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping, Galloping, galloping, galloping fast. |
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Page modified 9 October 2016