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No. 17 - Act III Introduction and Opening Chorus
| Chorus: | The grey dawn is breaking,
the stars take their flight, Come soldiers awaken! 'tis day. The sky to the eastward grows rosy and bright, The drums and the bugles together unite In sounding the loud reveille. |
| Basses: | So rouse, ye bold warriors! |
| All: | Up ev'ry one! |
| Basses: | So rouse, ye bold warriors! |
| All: | Up ev'ry one! Arouse! Arouse! Arouse! So rouse, ye bold warriors! Up ev'ry one! Nor wait the commander's rebuke. Away with the lark; There is work to be done, There are battles to fight and be won, We must strike one and all for the Duke. Afar in the distance, the bugle so shrill, The roll and the rattle of drum Are brought by the breezes from over the hill, Come up with you soldiers, and give them their fill. To horse and to arms! to arms! |
| Basses: | So rouse, ye bold warriors! |
| All: | Up ev'ry one! |
| Basses: | So rouse, ye bold warriors! |
| All: | Up ev'ry one! Arouse! Arouse! Arouse! So rouse, ye bold warriors! Up ev'ry one! Nor wait the commander's rebuke. Away with the lark; There is work to be done, There are battles to fight and be won, We must strike one and all for the Duke. To arms! To arms! Arouse, bold warriors, ev'ry one, To arms! Arouse! To arms! |
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Page modified 14 March 2017