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No. 24: CHORUS
"When anger spreads his wing"


Soldiers.
When anger spreads his wing,
And all seems dark as night for it,
There's nothing but to fight for it,
But ere you pitch your ring,
Select a pretty site for it,
(This spot is suited quite for it.)
And then you gaily sing,
And then you gaily sing:
Oh, I love the jolly rattle
Of an ordeal by battle,
There's an end of tittle, tattle,
When your enemy is dead.
Its an arrant molly coddle
Fears a crack upon his noddle,
And he's only fit to swaddle
In a downy feather bed!

Women. Soldiers.
For a fight's a kind of thing Oh, I love the jolly rattle
Of an ordeal by battle,
That I love to look upon, There's an end of tittle, tattle,
When your enemy is dead.
So let us sing,
Long live the King,
Its an arrant molly coddle
Fears a crack upon his noddle,
And his son Hilarion! And he's only fit to swaddle
In a downy feather bed!
For a fight's a kind of thing
That I love to look upon,
So let us sing,
Long live the King,
And his son Hilarion!
For a fight's a kind of thing
That I love to look upon,
So let us sing,
Long live the King,
And his son Hilarion!

During this, Hilarion, Florian , and Cyril are brought out by the ‘Daughters of the Plough’. They are still bound and wear the robes.

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