Opening Chorus from A Greek Slave

Sidney Jones, 1898
Sequenced by Marc Kenig, 2001
Sidney Jones, 1898

Sequenced by Marc Kenig, 2001

Come bustle up won't you we know if you don't you will all be hung up by your thumbs If things are not readdy the master has said he will give it you hot when he comes! And Jupiter save us he'll pilloryDavus, and Syrus will sit in the stocks, Or, I shouldnt wonder he'll strike us with thunder he keeps in the oracle box! Oh! bussily bustle with masculine muscle and feminine quickness and taste It won't be a matter for frivolous chatter, there isn't a moment to waste! For torments await us if each apparatus is not where it ought to belong, Unfortunate for us if Heliodorus should find there is anything wrong! For he is a terrible man A horror abroad and at home And nobody can escape from the ban Of the wickedest wizard in Rome! He rules with his majical dome The earth, and the air, and the foam. The rich and the great come here for their fate To the mightiest wizard in Rome! To the mightiest wizard in Rome!

On the dial Shadow's finger Marks the hour of noon Toll and trial, Though they linger Come to claim us soon Though delaying From our labour, We must soon awake, Touching, playing Pipe and tabor For our master's sake Though in lovely youth, We're a weary chorus Slaves who serve the soothsayer Heliodorus But till he is come, We can dream we're lying In Elysium, Heroines undying! Or, if that's too far Down in happy Hades, We'll pretend we are Noble Roman ladies Each with maidens fair Round her toilet tripping If they pull a hair Won't they get a whipping What a prettyStoia dearIs it not too warmI suppose you've come to hear All these slaves perform We are not so rude as they, So we will be mute Hither come the girls who play on the dain ty lute Never mind Fate is kind Leaves us songs and dances.Fortune saves low ly slaves, Strikes the lord ly master!Oh bussily bustle, with masculine muscle and feminine quickness and taste It Won't be a matter for frivolous chatter, there isn't a moment to waste! For torments await us if each apparatus is not where it ought to belong Unfortunate for us if Heliodorus should find there is anything wrong! For he is a terrible man A horror abroad and at home And nobody can escape from the ban of the wickedest wizard in Rome. He rules with his majical dome The earth and the air, and the foam. The rich and the great come here for their fate To the mightiest wizard in Rome. To the mightiest wizard in Rome!

On the dial Shadow's finger Marks the hour of noon Toll and trial, Though they linger Come to claim us soon Though delaying From our labour, We must soon awake, Touching, playing Pipe and tabor For our master's sake Though in lovely youth, We're a weary chorus Slaves who serve the soothsayer Heliodorus But till he is come, We can dream we're lying In Elysium, Heroines undying! Or, if that's too far Down in happy Hades, We'll pretend we are Noble Roman ladies Each with maidens fair Round her toilet tripping If they pull a hair Won't they get a whipping What a prettyStoia dearIs it not too warmI suppose you've come to hear All these slaves perform We are not so rude as they, So we will be mute Hither come the girls who play on the dain ty lute Touch the string, step and sing, All in dancing measure Life is hard sings the bard vain is world ly pleasure Human circumstances Are the sport of chances Never mind fate is kind, Leaves us songs and dances Ah! Jarring gods work at odds, Fix the why and wherefore Give us toys, griefs or joys, What is that to care for? Laugh and dance the faster Never fear disaster Fortune saves low ly slaves, Strikes the lord ly master Ah! Oh bussily bustle, with masculine muscle and feminine quickness and taste It won't be a matter for frivolous chatter, there isn't a moment to waste! For torments await us if each apparatus is not where it ought to belong Unfortunate for us if Heliodorus should find there is anything wrong! For he is a terrible man A horror abroad and at home And nobody can escape from the ban of the wickedest wizard in Rome! He rules with his majical dome The earth, and the air, and the foam. The rich and the great come here for their fate To the mightiest wizard in Rome To the mightiest wizard in Rome!

Opening Chorus from A Greek Slave
Myriad Karaoke
Words
Words
Words
Words
Bass
Bass
Ten
Ten
Alt
Alt
Sop
Sop
Piano R
Piano L