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No. 7 - Finale to the Prologue
| Chorus: | Come, lads and lassies, Fill up your glasses, Let's frolic while yet we may, For time is flying and love is sighing. 'Tis folly to trust delay. Tomorrow we'll die; let's live today. So here's to the girl that's true. To the one who's pretty and wise and witty I drink from my heart to you. |
| Indians: | To-wa gale-lay-a Riong dong-wa, To-wa gale-lay-a Riong dong... |
| Soldiers: | While we're fighting like a lion, we're fleeced like a lamb. We're never paid a penny and the government's a sham. |
| Indians: | ...gale-laya |
| Soldiers: | We now declare with emphasis, Goodbye, New Amsterdam, Goodbye, New Amsterdam, dam, dam... |
| Dutch Girls: | Come, lads and lassies, Fill up your glasses... |
| Soldiers: | We're never paid a penny and the government's a sham, |
| Indians: | ...gale-laya |
| Dutch Girls: | Come, lads and lassies, Fill up your glasses... Let's frolic while yet we may, |
| Indians: | ...gale-laya |
| Soldiers: | We now declare with emphasis, Goodbye, New Amsterdam, Goodbye, New Amsterdam, dam, dam... |
| Dutch Girls: | Come, lads and lassies, Fill up your glasses... Let's frolic while yet we may, |
| Indians: | ...gale-laya |
| Dutch Girls: | Come, lads and lassies, Fill up your glasses... Let's frolic while yet we may. |
| Indians: | To-wa gale-lay-a To-wa gale-lay-a Riong dong-wa, Riong dong-wa, |
| All: | To-wa. |
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American Musical Theatre | The Burgomaster
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