No. 5 - Opening Chorus - Scene II
Chorus: | Bright and blue our sunny skies, |
Flower Girls: | We've button holes of roses rare With myrtle leaves and maiden-hair. Unless you're quick they'll all be gone, And if you please we'll pin them on! |
Men: | We'll gladly follow your advice, But half a franc's too low a price For so much perfection, 'tis clear, You don't know your business, my dear! |
Postillions: | When the wheels spin around To the stirring sound Of the loud fusillade of the whips we crack, And we gallop away from the laughter gay of the chattering girls who would hold us back. There's a wonderful swing in the hoof-beat's ring, And the echoes awake as we speed along, From the rocks above all the joys we love, The magic of women, and wine, and song! |
Market Girls: | Merry, merry maids in bright array, Firm of foot and fair of face; Fascinating footfalls day by day Echo in the market place. For the jingling jog or our clattering clog Is a song that you all must know, And our charm is found in the musical sound Of the tap of its tuneful toe, And the clatter of our sabots, sabots, And the clatter of our sabots! And the clatter of our sabots, sabots, And the clatter of our sabots! |
Chorus: | Bright and blue our sunny skies, Brighter still our maidens' eyes; See them go to and fro, and hear their laughter ring. All the town's in bright array, Decked out for a holiday. Loud we laugh, joke and chaff, Maidens far beyond compare Trip it to and fro in beauty rare With dancing eyes and nut brown hair. |
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