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No. 8: Entrance of Sir Joseph
"Now give three cheers"
| Captain Corcoran. (from poop) |
Now give three cheers,
I'll lead the way
Hurrah! Hurrah! |
| All. |
| Hurray! Hurray! Hurray! |
Enter Sir Joseph with Cousin Hebe.
| Sir Joseph. |
I am the monarch of the sea,
The ruler of the Queen's Navee,
Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants. |
| Cousin Hebe. |
| And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts! |
| Chorus. |
| And we/they are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts! |
| Cousin Hebe & Chorus. |
| His sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts! |
| Sir Joseph. |
When at anchor here I ride,
My bosom swells with pride,
And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts. |
| Cousin Hebe. |
| And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts! |
| Chorus. |
| And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts! |
| Cousin Hebe & Chorus. |
| His sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts! |
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| Sir Joseph. |
But when the breezes blow,
I generally go below,
And seek the seclusion that a cabin grants. |
| Cousin Hebe. |
| And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts! |
| Chorus. |
| And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts! |
| Cousin Hebe & Chorus. |
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
His sisters and his cousins,
Whom he reckons up by dozens,
And his aunts! |
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4 June, 2005
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