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No. 1 - Opening Chorus - 'Tis Noon of Tropic Day.

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Tenors: 'Tis noon, the noon of tropic day.
Now the heaven's ray
Is blazing on the bay.
Put work away
And rest while we may
From noontide to one,
While the heavy sun
Beats down on the town;
Siesta in Havana!
Contraltos: Siesta's nearly done,
It's on the stroke of one
When we go back
To roll and pack
And fashion our cigar,
The best of all there are;
Bombito makes by far the best cigar!
Sopranos: But yet ere work begins
There's time to touch the mandolins and sing,
While they ring, some little thing,
Some serenade,
While resting in the shade,
We have not long for song!
Tenors: Doña de mi amor, my love!
'Tis you I'm looking for above!
Under your window I am sighing
And dying like the roses I bear
In the hot air!
Señorita, do you care?
Doña que rida, are you there?
Lady fair, have mercy on my despair,
My love and despair!
Reina d'amor that I adore
Before your eyelids close
Thro' your window let me throw a rose.
My flower knows
All my amorous, clamorous woes!
Lady fair, beware of my despair
And promise this —
A little kiss that you will never miss!
Alas! Reina d'amore...
Sopranos: Siesta's nearly done,
It's on the stroke of one
When we go back
To roll and pack
And fashion our cigar,
The best of all there are;
Bombito makes by far the best cigars.
And when the work begins
You'll have to drop your mandolins again
And refrain from songs of Spain!
The ev'ning shade is but to serenade
A little maid, alas!
Three girls: Three little girls at the top of the tree,
Tita: Tita!
Pepita: Pepita!
Lolita: Lolita!
Mamie: And me! Little me,
Poor little me!
Three girls: She is the wary Secretary,
She is English, Cuban are we!
All of the three, Cuban are we!
Tita: My cigars delightful indeed are.
Pepita: I put bands on, scarlet and gold.
Lolita: I pack up the boxes of cedar.
Mamie: I get the money when they're sold!
Three girls: Oh! we are wonderfully clever,
We three!
Mamie: And me!
Three girls: And there's nobody whatever
You'll see!
Tita: Like dear little Tita!
Pepita: And pretty Pepita!
Lolita: And gay Lolita, gay Lolita,
Mamie: And me!
Girls: We are the best of all the boxes,
Pretty as pictures, sly as foxes!
If a man our heart ever catches,
Then there will be rather striking matches!
Ah! Señors!
We very truly all remain yours —
Three little girls of Havana! All three!
They are the best of all the boxes,
Pretty as pictures, sly as foxes!
If a man their heart ever catches,
Then there will be rather striking matches!
Ah! Señors!
They very truly all remain yours —
Three little girls of Havana! All three!
   
Clerks: We're the clerks,
There are only four of us,
No more of us, no more of us!
We all are Dons, oh!
Pedro, Alonzo, Carlos and Alfonso!
Altho' the work to run the Company
Would stump any, yes, stump any,
Yet on we go, altho' we do not know
How the company can get on so!
From regalias to the little cigarrito,
None can touch Bombito!
But nobody remarks
It's all done by his clever clerks!
It's we who sell his unexampled Coronado
Claro Colorado,
As smok'd upon the Prado,
And all the other marks!
For if you try them,
You always buy them,
You'll order from no other firm any
No Henry Clays or Bocks or Larranagas,
No Dindiguls or Mexican Partagas!
Nor waste a penny on buying any
Cigars as they are made in Germany!
But order from Alonso, Carlos or Alfonso,
Bombito's incomparable clerks!
For if you try them,
You always buy them,
You'll order from no other firm any
No Henry Clays or Bocks or Larranagas,
No Dindiguls or Mexican Partagas!
Nor waste a penny on buying any
Cigars as they are made in Germany!
But order from Alonso, Carlos or Alfonso,
Bombito's incomparable clerks!
   
Guards: We are the noble Cuban corps,
The pick of the patriot past!
In freedom's cause we gallantly fought,
And never were caught, we ran so fast!
Now you are free for ever more,
It's proper for you to adore us;
Maidens must sigh as we go by
And the crowd must shout in chorus,
In patriotic chorus!
For we are the heroes of a hundred fights
As Cuba's chivalrous knights
By rights,
Girls: As you see by the medals upon our uniform,
Which looks very fine, but uncomfortably warm!
Guards: So a good long blast upon the tuba!
Beat the drum extremely hard!
We're the Fighting Flor de Cuba,
We're the grand Havana guard!
Ensemble: Give them a good long blast upon the tuba!
A beat of the drum, the drum extremely hard,
extremely hard,
For they're the Fighting Flor de Cuba, Flor de Cuba,
The grand Havana guard!
Give us a good long blast upon the tuba!
And beat the drum as hard as ever you can,
so beat the drum for us,
For we're the Fighting Flor de Cuba,
They're the grand Havana guard!

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