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Mirette

Roaming on With Never a Rest

No. 3a, Sung by Mirette with Chorus

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MIRETTE.
Roaming on with never a rest,
Forest and hill and lawn,
MIRETTE and CHORUS.
Ah!
SOPRANOS.
la la la
la la la la la
tra la la la la la la!
ALTOS, TENORS, BASSES.
la la
la la la
la la la la!

MIRETTE.

From the sun set in the west,
On to the eastern dawn!
MIRETTE and CHORUS.
Ah!
SOPRANOS.
la la la
la la la la la
tra la la la la la la!
ALTOS, TENORS, BASSES.
la la
la la la
la la la la!

MIRETTE.

Taking all the days may bring,
Sun and rain and snow,
Who cares? Merrily we sing,
Onward still we go!
MIRETTE.
Sorrow to the winds we fling,
Care we never know,
Who cares? Merrily we sing,
Onward still we go!
CHORUS.
la la la la, la la la la
la la la la, la la la la
la la la la, la la la la
la la la la la!

MIRETTE.

Forward, then, our way we wend
Down the road that has no end,
Over land and over sea,
For this is the song of the Zingari!
CHORUS.
Forward, then, our way we wend
Down the road that has no end,
MIRETTE.
Over land and over sea,
For that's the song of the Zingari!
MIRETTE.
Fire may fail in wintry frost,
Winds may be keen and chill,
MIRETTE and CHORUS.
Ah!
SOPRANOS.
la la la
la la la la la
tra la la la la la la!
ALTOS, TENORS, BASSES.
la la
la la la
la la la la!

MIRETTE.

But our freedom's worth its cost,
They may be slaves who will!
MIRETTE and CHORUS. Ah!
SOPRANOS.
la la la
la la la la la
tra la la la la la la!
ALTOS, TENORS, BASSES.
la la
la la la
la la la la!

MIRETTE.

Camping nightly in our ring,
Round the fire's glow,
Who cares? Merrily we sing,
Till the flame is low!
MIRETTE.
Like the swallows on the wind,
Like the winds that blow,
Who cares? Merrily we sing,
Onward still we go!
CHORUS.
la la la la, la la la la
la la la la, la la la la
la la la la, la la la la
la la la la la!

MIRETTE.

Forward, then, our way we wend
Down the road that has no end,
Over land and over sea,
For this is the song of the Zingari!
CHORUS.
Forward, then, our way we wend
Down the road that has no end,
MIRETTE.
Over land and over sea,
For that's the song of the Zingari!

 

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