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No. 14: Song. (Bunn with Chorus)

Music by Arthur Sullivan

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Bunn singles out the Sergeant and addresses him.

Bunn.

Many years ago I strode
Down the Carrig-Cleena road;
Night coming on, tired out, I lay
Where the legend says the fairies play!
But the tales I had heard of fairy tricks
Were never believed by me;
Then I was a youth of twenty-six,
But now I'm eighty-three!

Chorus.

Now he's eighty-three, eighty-three,
Eighty-three, eighty-three, eighty-three!

Sergeant Pincher (Richard Crompton) and Bunn (Walter Passmore)

Bunn.
Round and round the fairy ring, There I heard the fairies sing; This is the fairy song I heard, Do I remember it? — every word. Da Luan, da mort, da Luan, da mort Angus da Dardine! Many, many people may Disbelieve what I do say — Once I was young and foolish, too, And an ignoramus, just like you; But whenever you hear of fairy tricks, Don't laugh at 'em any more. Then I was a youth of twenty-six, But now I'm ninety-four!
Chorus.
Now he's ninety-four, ninety-four, Ninety-four, ninety-four, ninety-four!
Bunn.
Dancing round the fairy ring All that time I've had to sing; Though you may not believe a word, This is exactly what occurred, Da Luan, da mort, da Luan, da mort Angus da Dardine!

Molly. (heard off)		Chorus.
	Da Luan, da mort, da Luan, da mort Angus da Dardine!	Ah!
Bunn.
	Hark! 'tis she' Beware! Take care!
Molly. (off)
	"Come away. Come away," sighs the fairy voice, "Come to the caves of Carrig-Cleena! For there I make all aching hearts rejoice — Come, come away."

Chorus.
	'Tis Cleena! The Fairy Cleena!
Molly.
	Yes! 'tis I!
Chorus.
	Tis Cleena!

Molly enters and stands on bridge. She carries a flowering branch in her hand, and wears a wreath of wild flowers.

Molly.
	For my voice may lie In the west wind's sigh, Like the wailing note of the Banshee's cry, Saying, "Come, come, come away, To the caves of Carrig-Cleena!"

Rosie.	Molly and Girls.	Men.
Come! Come!	Da Luan, da mort, Da Luan, da mort, Angus da Dardine!	Ah! Ah! Ah!

The Soldiers are greatly affected — others pretend to be.

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