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No. 24 - Additional Song - Major and Chorus
| Major: | Though I'm a gallant Major, I'm not like all the rest, And I'm willing for a wager That my methods are the best. No soldier's ways are stranger Than those which I possess, For I realise no danger I confess. It's not that I am plucky, No! I peacefully rejoice That I'm singularly lucky; I've a useful tenor voice. My G, top G will usually subdue them And soon in tune, their hearts bow down to me. No sword, one chord, And I sing right through and through them, I must confess that I often bless My high top G. My high top... |
| Chorus: | No sword, one chord, And he sings right through and through them, He must confess that he'll often bless His high top G. |
| All: | His/My high top G. |
| Major: | If a woman I am wooing, I don't go on my knees. I hesitate pursuing Such painful ways as these. I don't "caress her fingers," I don't speak of the skies, No! I just get up and sing her "Beauty's Eyes." If she's quite a beginner I cleave her heart in twain, But should I fail to win her, Then I sing it once again. My G, top G will usually subdue her And soon in tune, her heart bows down to me. No sword, one chord, And I sing right through and through her, Wherever I roam I wreck some home With my high top G. My high top... |
| Chorus: | No sword, one chord, And he sings right through and through her, He must confess that he'll often bless His high top G. |
| All: | His/My high top G. |
| Major: | And when I go to battle, Although the sharpnel reigns, Above the war and rattle You will hear my dulcet strains. I need no sword nor rifle; My voice with deadly fire Soars like the Tower of Eiffel, only higher! If my tactics chance to fail And the engagement's parlous hot, I sing them just one scale, And they surrender on the spot. My G, top G will usually subdue them And soon in tune, their hearts bow down to me. No sword, one chord, And I sing right through and through them, There's many a foe that I've laid low With my high top G. My high top... |
| Chorus: | No sword, one chord, And he sings right through and through them, He must confess that he'll often bless His high top G. |
| All: | His/My high top G. |
| Major: | You are mixed up in some scandal, Some account you cannot pay? I will sing an air from Handel, All your cares will fade away. You have double influenza? You've a cough that pains you so? I will sing you one cadenza, it will go! You have visitors who bore you? A new vicar whom you fear, I will sing one note before you, They will quickly disappear. My G, top G will usually subdue them And soon in tune, their hearts bow down to me. No sword, one chord, And I sing right through and through them, Why the large Queen's Hall seems far too small For my high top G. My high top... |
| Chorus: | No sword, one chord, And he sings right through and through them, He must confess that he'll often bless His high top G. |
| All: | His/My high top G. |
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Page modified 9 October 2016