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No. 12 - Finale Act I

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Ladies: Is it insubordination?
What is all this noise about?
All: Somebody is in disgrace
In the public market-place.
Ladies: Did you hear their conversation?
Who was it who dared to shout?
All: Did you hear him stamp and storm
In his gold uniform?
Do you know what did occur?
It looks as if an officer
Will make it rather warm.
Basses: Can it all be a trick!
As it was in Koepenick?
Can it be,
All: We shall soon see
The cause of all this mystery;
Ladies: We shall see presently —
All: We shall see presently.
Paap (to Hook): I vow today your recipe,
'Fore tomorrow night is o'er,
To your keeping I'll restore.
(to Van Vuyt): And as for you, quickly you'll rue
Your gross impertinence to me.
Ladies: We cannot understand it.
Ensemble: Is it insubordination?
What is all this noise about?
Somebody is in disgrace
In the public market-place.
Did you hear their conversation?
Who was it who dared to shout?
Did you hear him stamp and storm?
They will make it warm.
Van Vuyt: Give, oh! give me one word of hope,
Dear Miss Hook of Holland!
Should you tell me bid you farewell,
Then I must go.
Must it be so?
Ah, give, oh! give me one word of hope,
Sweet Miss Hook of Holland!
I abide by what you decide,
You alone in Holland.
Sally: Ah! it would grieve me if you must leave me,
My poor heart will break in two.
Chorus: Will break in two.
Sally: Never faint-hearted, present or parted,
I shall think of you!
Ensemble: Though ev'ry cloud has a silver lining, they say,
We must wait till he deign to turn round this way,
If in his temper he should be sulky and slack,
We must be content to sit and gaze on him,
all boisterous and black.
Love is a cloud, aye, for though the storm has begun,
Somewhere behind both there lurks a mischievous sun.
Though ev'ry cloud has a silver lining, they say,
We must wait till he turns that way,
For love is a cloud, and although the storm has begun,
Somewhere behind lurks the sun.
Yours is wealth, here's fortune and health
To Miss Hook of Holland.
You we love all others above,
You we adore, now evermore,
We bless your pluck! Here's brightest of luck!
Sweet Miss Hook of Holland!
With your simple way, soon or late,
Ev'ry heart you must captivate;
Men all own you stand alone,
The world you fascinate!
   
  Oh, we only wish that somebody
would send a telegram
To tell us we could start
Right off to Amsterdam!
We would rush to the distillery
to take a little dram,
And we'd drink to dear Miss Hook and Amsterdam!

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