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ACT III
No. 24: CHORUS
"When anger spreads his wing"
"When anger spreads his wing"
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MIDI File [12KB, 1' 08"] |
| Soldiers. | |
| When anger spreads his wing, | |
| And all seems dark as night for it, There's nothing but to fight for it, |
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| But ere you pitch your ring, | |
| Select a pretty site for it, (This spot is suited quite for it.) |
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| And then you gaily sing, And then you gaily sing: |
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| Oh, I love the jolly rattle Of an ordeal by battle, There's an end of tittle, tattle, |
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| When your enemy is dead. | |
| Its an arrant molly coddle Fears a crack upon his noddle, And he's only fit to swaddle |
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| In a downy feather bed! | |
| Women. | Soldiers. |
| For a fight's a kind of thing | Oh, I love the jolly rattle Of an ordeal by battle, |
| That I love to look upon, | There's an end of tittle, tattle, When your enemy is dead. |
| So let us sing, Long live the King, |
Its an arrant molly coddle Fears a crack upon his noddle, |
| And his son Hilarion! | And he's only fit to swaddle In a downy feather bed! |
| For a fight's a kind of thing That I love to look upon, So let us sing, Long live the King, And his son Hilarion! |
For a fight's a kind of thing That I love to look upon, So let us sing, Long live the King, And his son Hilarion! |
During this, Hilarion, Florian , and Cyril are brought out by the
‘Daughters of the Plough’. They are still bound and wear the robes.
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