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ACT III
No. 17: CHORUS
 MIDI FILE [24KB, 1' 40"] |
 [2' 03"] |
SCENE. - The Ante-chamber.
Enter RUPERT and CHORUS, now arrayed in Puritan costume.
| CHORUS. | ||
| (aloud) Our heads we bow, the rod we kiss — (aside) Did ever you hear such a chorus as this? It's a Puritan notion of heavenly bliss! |
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| (aloud) The scales have fallen from our eyes - (aside) We're painfully conscious we're so many guys, And we're all of us telling a parcel of lies! |
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| (aloud) The truth at last we clearly see - (aside) Oh, hi diddle, diddle! between you and me, Our apparent conversion is fiddle-de-dee! |
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| (aloud) Oh, priceless gift! Oh blessed boon! (aside) It must have been of this identical tune The apocryphal quadruped perished so soon. |
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ENSEMBLE.
| CHORUS. (aside) | PURITANS. (aloud) | ||||
| Did ever you hear such a chorus as this? | Our heads we bow, | ||||
| It's a Puritan notion of heavenly bliss! | the rod we kiss - | ||||
| We're painfully conscious we're so many guys, | The scales have fallen | ||||
| And we're all of us telling a parcel of lies! | from our eyes- | ||||
| Oh, hi diddle, diddle! between you and me, | The truth at last | ||||
| Our apparent conversion is fiddle-de-dee! | we clearly see - | ||||
| It must have been of this identical tune | Oh, priceless gift! | ||||
| The apocryphal quadruped perished so soon! | Oh blessed boon! | ||||
| ALL. | |
| (aloud) Oh blessed boon! (aside) Oh what a tune! (spoken) What a tune! |
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