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No. 24: CHORUS
"When anger spreads his wing"
| Soldiers. |
When anger spreads his wing,
And all seems dark as night for it,
There's nothing but to fight for it,
But ere you pitch your ring,
Select a pretty site for it,
(This spot is suited quite for it.)
And then you gaily sing,
And then you gaily sing:
Oh, I love the jolly rattle
Of an ordeal by battle,
There's an end of tittle, tattle,
When your enemy is dead.
Its an arrant molly coddle
Fears a crack upon his noddle,
And he's only fit to swaddle
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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