No. 4a: SONG (King Paramount & Chorus)
"A King of autocratic power we"
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| King Paramount. |
| Stupendous when we rouse ourselves to strike, Resistless when our tyrant thunder peals, We often wonder what obstruction's like, And how a contradicted monarch feels. But as it is our Royal whim Our Royal sails to set and trim To suit whatever wind may blow — What buffets contradiction deals And how a thwarted monarch feels We probably will never know. |
| Chorus. |
| No, no — what thwarted monarch feels, You'll never, never know. |
| King Paramount. (recit.) |
| My subjects all, it is your wish emphatic That all Utopia shall henceforth be modelled Upon that glorious country called Great Britain — To which some add — but others do not — Ireland. |
| Chorus. |
| It is! |
| King Paramount. (recit.) |
| That being so, as you insist upon it, We have arranged that our two younger daughters Who have been "finished" by an English Lady — (tenderly) A grave and good and gracious English Lady — Shall daily be exhibited in public, That all may learn what, from the English standpoint, Is looked upon as maidenly perfection! Come hither, daughters! |
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