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PROLOGUE   -   The Town Square of New Amsterdam, now New York, in 1660.

No. 1 - Prologue - Chorus of Dutch Girls and Solo - Katrina

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Chorus:

Come, come, let us be jolly.
Though clouds may lower, let's happy be.
Laugh, laugh, moping is folly,
Hearts still are true across the sea.
While here we yearn
For their return,
Ever cheerful, never tearful,
Let us be brave, banish all fear.
Soon they'll be here,
Soft to our loving arms returning.
While the fires of hope burn brightly
And youth still holds its potent sway,
We can bear all burdens lightly,
All care we'll drive away.
Though we've long from each other been parted,
True love will last alway,
So, we'll sing and be truly light-hearted,
For our ship comes in today.
Vows we'll soon renew.
Burgher girls are true.
Come, come, let us be jolly.
Though clouds may lower, let's happy be.
Laugh, laugh, moping is folly,
Hearts still are true across the sea.
Think not of care and sorrow,
Joy cometh with the morrow.
Hearts that love us come home today.
Here endeth all our sadness.
Join in our mirth and gladness.
Love's supreme. Let all, let all be gay.

   
Katrina: Though the prudish miss
may spurn a kiss
When all the world may see,
Don't think that she's afraid.
She's merely on parade.
For on the sly, with no one nigh,
She heeds her lover's plea,
and when he asks her for a kiss
She gives him two or three.
Her cherry lips are Cupid's bow
And ah! they're always curved up so
She cannot form them into "No."
She can't make them say No!
Chorus: She cannot form them into "No."
She can't make them say No!
Katrina: Ah me! they're always curved up so.
All: She cannot form them into "No."
Katrina: When the story old again is told
In whispers soft and low;
On her snow white cheek the blushes
speak as they come and go.
It needs no word if the soul is stirred,
No speech to tell him so.
Her eyes confess, her heart says "Yes,"
Love can't say No.
Chorus: When the story old again is told
In whispers soft and low;
On her snow white cheek the blushes
speak as they come and go.
It needs no word if the soul is stirred,
No speech to tell him so.
All: Her eyes confess, her heart says "Yes,"
Love can't say No.


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