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No. 13 - Finale Act I

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Chorus: We have come here now
To renew our protestation
To the great Yen How
Of our zeal and adoration,
In these wide domains
There is no official better
As our monarch deigns
To inform him in a letter,
In a special yellow letter,
A special yellow letter,
To inform him in a letter,
In a special yellow letter.
Yen How: The Emperor, oh joy!
Has sent for my San Toy.
Chorus: What honour intense
To be summon'd hence
At a vast expense
Through a special yellow letter.
What does the letter say?
Yen How: He must depart today!
Tucker: Yen How, I'm sure I wish you joy,
You are a lucky father!
My friend will gladly take your boy.
Bobbie: Oh, rather!
Poppy: Oh, rather!
Tucker: Sea air is good for wind and limb,
So have no fear about it.
The trip will make a man of him.
Bobbie: I doubt it!
Poppy: I doubt it!
Dudley: I very greatly doubt it!
San Toy: Father the grief you feel
Your face cannot conceal,
Oh! let me know!
Yen How: My care is all in vain,
The message comes again
That you must go!
And if you are not sent,
By dreadful punishment
I must atone!
I must atone!
San Toy: I'll be a girl once more
And join the Ladies' Corps,
The Emperor's Own!
The Emperor's Own!
Tucker: Yes, pack your traps up, for you start
As quckly as you can!
Don't cry, my boy, but pluck up heart
And try to be a man.
San Toy: I'll try to be a man.
Poppy: Don't be a man, San Toy, oh!
Stay if you can a boy, oh!
Men are so bold,
So I am told,
Better be cold and coy, oh!
Chorus: You be a man, San Toy, oh!
Soon as you can, my boy, oh!
Youth is a flow'r
Gone in an hour,
While you have power
Enjoy, oh!
San Toy: Farewell to my quiet garden,
And on to the city's whirl
For I'll earn my father's pardon
In the garb of a soldier girl,
With a heart that is sorrow laden
Farewell to my Pynka Pong.
And gladly I'll turn a maiden,
For I've been a boy too long.
Bobbie: The vessel tugs at her tether,
The great tide sets to the sea.
And out on the deep together
You're coming, San Toy, with me.
Happy with one another
We journey to far Peking,
Each of us fond as a brother,
Fonder if anything!
San Toy & Bobbie: Seaward the breeze is blowing
Out on the sea we're going,
How shall we fare?
If you are there
I shall not care
For knowing!
Chorus: Come back again, San Toy...
San Toy & Bobbie: Seaward the breeze is blowing
Out on the sea we're going,
How shall we fare?
If you are there
I shall not care
For knowing,
For knowing!
Li: Allo leady! Allo light!
Captain said he sail tonight!
Come on faster
Or my master
Have him headee
Chop off quite!
Chorus: Goodbye! hiyi!
Farewell, there's the bell.
Come on! they'll be gone,
Goodbye. Goodbye.
Fo Hop: What is this the people say?
Chorus: Well, what?
Fo Hop: That San Toy has gone away?
Chorus: No jot?
Fo Hop:
[] Wretched man, what have you done,
Sent your precious little one
With the foreign Consul's son?
Chorus: Why not?
Fo Hop: I will tell you all the truth
Poppy & Yen How: No, no!
Fo Hop: For the youth is not a youth!
Chorus: How so?
Fo Hop: Your deception I destroy,
By revealing that San Toy
Is a girl and not a boy!
Chorus: Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!
Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!
You must beat on the Emperor's drum
With a roll and a rap and a rum
For it hangs on the wall
To be beaten by all
Tum Tum
Yet although there is mercy for some
Tum Tum
His prospects look gloomy and glum
Tum Tum
But he's haughty and high
And he'll never say die
Till he's beaten the Emperor's drum
Tum Tum
With a brrr...
With a roll and a rum te tum tum
On the Emperor's drum.

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