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No. 5 - Opening Chorus - Scene II

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Chorus:

Bright and blue our sunny skies,
Brighter still our maidens' eyes;
See them go
To and fro,
And hear their laughter ring.
All the town's in bright array,
Decked out for a holiday.
Loud we laugh,
Joke and chaff,
Cheerful songs we gaily sing.
Through the market place,
Note their dainty grace,
Maidens fair,
Light as air,
Pick their way,
All the street's alive,
Hums the busy hive,
Up and down,
Through the town
Comes the sound of laughter gay.
Bright and blue our sunny skies,
Brighter still our maidens' eyes;
See them go
To and fro,
And hear their laughter ring.
All the town's in bright array,
Decked out for a holiday.
Loud we laugh, joke and chaff,
Maidens far beyond compare
Trip it to and fro in beauty rare
With dancing eyes and nut brown hair.

   
Flower Girls: We've button holes of roses rare
With myrtle leaves and maiden-hair.
Unless you're quick they'll all be gone,
And if you please we'll pin them on!
Men: We'll gladly follow your advice,
But half a franc's too low a price
For so much perfection, 'tis clear,
You don't know your business, my dear!
   
Postillions: When the wheels spin around
To the stirring sound
Of the loud fusillade of the whips we crack,
And we gallop away from the laughter gay
of the chattering girls who would hold us back.
There's a wonderful swing in the hoof-beat's ring,
And the echoes awake as we speed along,
From the rocks above all the joys we love,
The magic of women, and wine, and song!
   
Market Girls: Merry, merry maids in bright array,
Firm of foot and fair of face;
Fascinating footfalls day by day
Echo in the market place.
For the jingling jog or our clattering clog
Is a song that you all must know,
And our charm is found in the musical sound
Of the tap of its tuneful toe,
And the clatter of our sabots, sabots,
And the clatter of our sabots!
And the clatter of our sabots, sabots,
And the clatter of our sabots!
   
Chorus: Bright and blue our sunny skies,
Brighter still our maidens' eyes;
See them go to and fro, and hear their laughter ring.
All the town's in bright array,
Decked out for a holiday.
Loud we laugh, joke and chaff,
Maidens far beyond compare
Trip it to and fro in beauty rare
With dancing eyes and nut brown hair.

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