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No. 1 - Introduction, Chorus and Ensemble
| Chorus: | Around in a whirl we skip, dance and twirl, Let each boy and girl make merry. Old men in a string may scorn at mirth's fling, Young men in a ring make merry. Old wives in a row may flirting forego, But maidens cry no, make merry. Let grieving go borrow its fare from tomorrow, Away with all sorrow, make merry. From your path troubles fling, Let us join in a ring, Let us dance, let us sing, make merry. |
| Girls: | Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, |
| All: | Come sport while we may, while we may, Make merry ha, ha, make merry ho, ho, Enjoying today our mirth while we may. Ha! |
| Marie: | Ah! here comes Javotte, here comes Javotte! She sure some gossip will have got. |
| Chorus: | Yes, yes, oh! yes, no doubt, no doubt, She'll quickly tell us all about The Chateau and its guests, the fun, the fun, What's doing, and what will be done. Javotte, Javotte, you won't refuse to tell us all the latest news, you won't refuse the news, the news, the news. |
| Javotte: | Impatient, la do give one breath, Don't crush and pester me to death, Some little moderation show. Now tell me what you wish to know. |
| Chorus: | The news, the news, you can't refuse, The news, the news, you can't refuse. You must have some — |
| Javotte: | Indeed I've not — |
| Chorus: | Oh, what a shame! |
| Javotte: | Except — |
| Chorus: | What? what? |
| Javotte: | Except that shortly here you'll see — |
| Chorus: | We here shall see — |
| Javotte: | The Marquis, Mamsell Erminie, |
| Chorus: | The old Marquis! |
| Javotte: | Chevalier de Brabazon Of our distinguish'd guests, the one You most should see; of high degree; |
| Chorus: | Of high degree. |
| Javotte: | A beau of beaux In oh such clothes! |
| Chorus: | In oh such clothes! |
| Javotte: | They're coming here to view the fair. |
| Chorus: | Oh, how nice, oh here's excitement rare. Around in a whirl we skip, dance and twirl, Let each boy and girl make merry. Old men in a string may scorn at mirth's fling, Young men in a ring make merry. Old wives in a row may flirting forego, But maidens cry no, make merry. Let grieving go borrow its fare from tomorrow, Away with all sorrow, make merry. From your path troubles fling, Let us join in a ring, Let us dance in a ring, in a ring. |
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Page modified 26 November 2016