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No. 1 - Opening Chorus

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Chorus: If we live in the land we love,
We must love in the land we live,
Where our joy is the thirst
that we satisfy first —
An excess we've all learnt to forgive,
But when Nemesis waits on us
And we realize all too late
That the fountain is dry,
Then it's hither we hie
To consult an able advocate.
If we love in the land we live,
We must live in the land we love,
Though the iron pierce the soul,
Wear the velvet glove;
But the future must take its course,
Be it bankruptcy or divorce;
That is why we're here to see
Monsieur Babori, Ah!
We must love in the land we live,
Where our joy is the thirst
that we satisfy first —
An excess we've all learnt to forgive,
But when Nemesis waits on us
And we realize all too late
That the fountain is dry,
Then it's hither we hie
To consult an able advocate.
Ladies: We're clients of Babori,
All eager to litigate,
And place in the hands of fate
An urgent plea.
Clerks: We're clerks of Babori,
Who copy out ev'ry cause,
With marginal note, and clause,
And mark the fee.
Ladies: We're clients of Babori,
Who, seeking an interview,
Are told to return at two,
Perhaps, or three.
Ensemble: The clerks of Babori
Have never been known to wink
At clients, but still they think
Them très jolies, jolies.
Boniface: Oh, Babori will shake the law
Whene'er he finds it dozing,
He never fails to find a flaw
In evidence opposing.
He'll plead the doubtful cause of John,
Or intercede for Mary,
While gratitude is heaped upon,
Chorus: While gratitude is heaped upon,
Boniface: While gratitude is heaped upon
A legal luminary.
Chorus: He'll plead the doubtful cause of John,
Or intercede for Mary,
While gratitude is heaped upon,
Boniface: While gratitude is heaped upon,
All: While gratitude is heaped upon
A legal luminary.
   
Boniface: His mien betrays a Neophyte,
His method shows the master,
By simply proving black is white,
That clay is alabaster.
He'll place a halo on the head
of some miscreant wary,
Then wash his hands, and go to bed,
Chorus: Then wash his hands, and go to bed,
Boniface: Then wash his hands, and go to bed,
A legal luminary.
Chorus: He'll place a halo on the head
of some miscreant wary,
Then wash his hands, and go to bed,
Boniface: Then wash his hands, and go to bed,
All: Then wash his hands, and go to bed,
A legal luminary.
Chorus: If we live in the land we love,
We must love in the land we live,
Where our joy is the thirst
that we satisfy first--
An excess we've all learnt to forgive,
But when Nemesis waits on us
And we realize all too late
That the fountain is dry,
Then it's hither we hie
To consult an able advocate.

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