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ACT II -   The Ruby Palace of Kharikar.

No. 13 - Act II Opening Chorus

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Ladies: Hushed and still the city lies;
But for us no time for sleeping,
We must wait, our vigil keeping
Underneath the midnight skies.
Watching, that it may be well
With our lord and master dear,
While the moon, serene and clear,
Stands above as lonely sentinel.
Till the lamps of heaven fade
One by one, and die away;
Tribute that the night has paid
To the coming of the day.
And the glory in the east,
the glory in the east,
Welcomes to the bridal feast.
Solo: Soon the dawn will break
O'er the lofty mountain crest,
Nature will awake
From her hours of tranquil rest.
As from our the roseate skies
Ev'ry shadow flees,
Joyous song of birds shall rise
On the morning breeze,
Joyous song of birds shall rise
On the morning breeze.
Ladies: Hushed and still the city lies;
But for us no time for sleeping,
We must wait, our vigil keeping
Underneath the midnight skies.
Till the glory in the east,
the glory in the east,
Welcomes to the bridal feast.
Chorus: Tho' of course we don't pretend
to know a bit about
All the customs of these unenlightened latitudes,
Yet it strikes us as a funny time to sit about
In such quaint and rather cramping sort of attitudes,
But altho' we Europeans may pooh! pooh!
Still it seems to be the proper thing to do;
There is something on the tapis
And it makes the ladies happy,
So I wouldn't interfere with them, would you?
It's a kind of a sort of a rite,
To sit up like this all the night.
The reason is slight, but it's rather polite,
Oh, we don't think there's anything wrong in a rite.
The reason is slight, but it's rather polite,
Oh, we don't think there's anything wrong in a rite.
Native Women: We can't help gazing,
Are not their clothes amazing?
Oh! they truly are most peculiar,
If we had to be clad
In such dress, we confess
That we might find it tight!
Chorus: It's a kind of a sort of a rite,
To sit up like this all the night.
The reason is slight, but it's rather polite,
The reason is slight, but it's rather polite,
Oh, we don't think there's anything wrong in a rite.
We don't think there's anything wrong in a rite.
We don't think there's anything wrong in a rite,
wrong in a rite, wrong in a rite.


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