No. 8 - Song - Regent

from "His Excellency"
Music by Frank Osmond Carr
Words by W. S. Gilbert
Sequenced by Colin Johnson
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By F. Osmond Carr
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[Regent:] A King who is pester'd with cares,
Though, no doubt, he can often trepan them;
One comes in a shape he can never escape,
The implacable National Anthem!
Though for quiet and rest he may yearn,
It pursues him at every turn-
No chance of forsaking
Its rococo numbers;
They haunt him when waking-
They poison his slumbers!
Like the Banbury Lady, whom ev'ryone knows,
He's cursed with its music where ever he goes!
Though its words but imperfectly rhyme,
And the devil himself couldn't scan them,
With composure polite he endures day and night
That illiterate National Anthem!

It serves a good purpose I own:
Its strains are devout and impressive-
Its heart-stirring notes
Raise a lump in our throats
As we burn with devotion excessive:
But the King, who's been bored by that song
From his cradle, each day, all day long-
Who's heard it well shouted
By throats operatic,
And loyally spouted
By Courtiers Emphatic,
By soldier, by sailor, by drum and by fife-
Small blame if he thinks it the plague of his life!
While his subjects sing loudly and long,
The King, who would willingly ban them,
Sits, worry disguising, anathematizing
That Bogie, the National Anthem!

Karaoke version compiled by Colin Johnson

No. 8 - Song - Regent
Soft karaoke
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Regent
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