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No. 14 - Finale Act I

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Carajolo: Hear me, Amelia! When you saw me lately
Appearances might seem against me greatly!
Mrs. Hoppings & Pettifer:
  They did!
Carajolo: The lady loved me, but I merely kissed her,
To show that I regard her as a sister!
Mrs. Hoppings & Pettifer:
  Oh, dear!
Carajolo: And must I plead in vain?
The bravest man in Spain,
The bravest man in Spain.
Ethel: Oh, do not be hard on your lover,
He's sorry for what he has done;
Forget what you chanced to discover,
And life will be bright as the sun.
Your natural jealousy smother,
And happier days will begin;
But wed him, or marry another,
Or where do the bridesmaids come in?
Bridesmaids: Oh, look on the tears he is shedding,
Oh, pity his passionate pain,
You asked us to come to your wedding,
You offered to take us to Spain.
You ordered us dresses and brooches,
And now will you tear them away?
Oh! think of the cake and the coaches,
And come and be married today!
Pettifer: Well, there possibly may, (some day)
Be a call for the service you tender;
And your bridal array (some day)
Will appear in additional splendour.
Chorus: Then with readiness gay (some day)
We'll go through additional shoppings,
And as fresh as the May, (some day,)
We'll follow our dear Mrs. Hoppings.
(Some day!)
Pour the Amontillado Sherry,
Dance on the festive Prado, merry,
Woman and man go in for fandango.
Smoking a Colorado, very.
Come where the gay Gitaña, joking!
Lighting a real Cabaña, smoking,
Joins the torero in a bolero, viva,
Viva España.
Carajolo: O-la! O-la!
Chorus: Ta-ran-ta-ra-ta.
Carajolo: O-la! O-la!
Chorus: Ta-ran-ta-ra-ta.
O-la! O-la! O-la! O-la! O-la!
Ta-ran-ta-ra-tan-ra-ra-ta-ra-ta.
Carajolo: Oh, for I am the Toreador!
I am famous on every shore,
There is no one that's worshipped more
In the palace, or in the posada;
Nancy: For the ladies will blush before
The adorable Toreador,
And a welcome the ring will roar
To its hero, the gallant Espada.
Chorus: For he is the Toreador!
He is famous on every shore,
There is no one that's worshipped more
In the palace, or in the posada;
For the ladies will blush before
The adorable Toreador,
And a welcome the ring will roar
To its hero, the gallant Espada.

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