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No. 9 - Solo - Laski and Guards - "The Barber."
| Laski: | Barber, you are shaving Now our gracious king. Mind how you're behaving, It's a serious thing! Here around behold them, Soldiers brave and tall. I may say I told them They must load with ball! |
| Guards: | We must load with ball! |
| Laski: | So beware and have a care, All dark designs disowning, Or the arbour green will see the scene Of the arbour barber moaning. |
| Basses: | Of the arbour barber, barber moaning, |
| Others: | Pray beware and have a care, All dark designs disowning, Or the arbour green will see the scene Of the arbour barber moaning, moaning. |
| Laski: | When he makes his lather, Keep him well in sight; Round the soap-dish gather Scenting dynamite! If the King's carotid The assassin slits, Let your weapons shotted Blow him into bits. |
| Guards: | Blow him into bits. |
| Laski: | Slips, my friend, will bring an end For all your crimes atoning, And the pistols round will drown the sound Of the arbour barber moaning. |
| Basses: | Of the arbour barber, barber moaning, |
| Others: | Slips, my friend, will bring an end For all your crimes atoning, And the pistols round will drown the sound Of the arbour barber moaning, moaning. |
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Page modified 13 October 2016