The Emerald Isle - Nos. 11 & 12

No. 11: Quintet (Rosie, Susan, Molly, Terence and Bunn)

Music by Arthur Sullivan

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Bunn.
Their courage high You may defy, For by and by, By means of my Behaviour sly, I'll terrify The soldiery, And make them shy Of going nigh The caves of Carrig-Cleena.
All.
If you and I Ourselves ally, And by and by, Together try To mystify The soldiery, I don't see why They shouldn't fly And mutiny And rather die Than go to Carrig-Cleena! If all of us care to dare retail A similar wary fairy tale, They'll turn a military tail On the caves of Carrig-Cleena! They'll turn a military tail On the caves of Carrig-Cleena!
Rosie.	The Others.
The caves	If you and I
of Carrig-	Ourselves ally
Clee-	To mystify
na	The soldiery,
The caves	I don't see why
The caves	They shouldn't rather die than go
of Carrig-Cleena!	to Cleena!

Principals exeunt. Enter Soldiers to Girls.

No. 12: Entrance and Chorus of Soldiers, with Girls.

Music by Arthur Sullivan.

Soldiers.
That we're soldiers no doubt you will guess, you will guess, From our marchin' to fifin' and drummin', As well as the form of our dress, of our dress, Which we fancy is rather becomin'. By lookin' again you will see, you will see, That our regiment's number eleven; From that you will gather, will gather, maybe, That we come from the County of Devon.
Girls.
Come the Saxon raiders! And when they come, Shall we be dumb? Hark, ye red invaders - 'Tis not us you'll drown with fife and drum!
Soldiers.
We should be, if in Devonshire now, (As it may be amusin' to mention) All cow-'erds who're attendin' a cow, Instead of brave men at attention! But, work bein' over to-day, maybe, As it now is a quarter to seven, Sir Roger de Coverley we Would be merrily dancin' with someone in Devon!

ENSEMBLE.

Girls.	Soldiers.
Come the	That we're soldiers no doubt you will guess, you will guess,
Saxon raiders!	By our marchin' to fifin' and drummin', and drummin',
And when they come,	As well as the form of our dress, of our dress,
Shall we be dumb?	Which we fancy is rather becomin'.
Hark ye	By lookin' again you will see, you will see,
red invaders -	That our regiment's number eleven;
'Tis not us you'll drown	From that you will gather, will gather, maybe,
with fife and drum!	That we come from the County of Devon.
	From Devon, happy Devon,
From Devon, Saxon Devon	have we come,
have ye come,	A-marchin' to the rattle
To drown us with the	of the drum.
rattle of a drum.	A-marchin'
To drown us,	marchin',
To drown us,	From Devon
With a drum,	Have we come,
Have ye come,	Have we come,
Have ye come.	Have we come.

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