No. 12 - Finale Act I

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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[Erling & Tortenssen:] Come hither, ev'ry one,
Come hither, all!
Let ev'ry mother's son
Obey our call!
Come hither in your might,
In stern parade,
And learn the deadly slight
Upon you played!

[Chorus:] Why, who the deuce has dared to play
A trick, at Elsinore, today?
Come, tell us quick,
This saucy trick,
Why, who the deuce has dared to play?

[Erling:] That statue- who commission'd it?
[Chorus:] The King!
[Erling:] And on that spot position'd it?
[Chorus:] The King!
[Erling:] Court sculptor who created me,
And told me rank awaited me,
Which pleas'd you and elated me.
[Chorus:] The King!
[Tortenssen:] Who rais'd me from obscurity?
[Chorus:] The King!
[Tortenssen:] And guilded my futurity?
[Chorus:] The King!
[Tortenssen:] Physician who appointed me?
With baron's rank anointed me,
'Till tipsy pride disjointed me?
[Chorus:] The King! The King!
The King he did and said it all,
He did this noble thing!
Give him the fame and credit all,
Give him the fame and credit all,
His Majesty the King!
God save the King! Hurrah!
[Erling:] A lie! No monarch honoured you by honouring us,
Or for that cursed statue gave commission;
No monarch with perception generous,
Appointed Tortenssen his Court Physician!
No royal sunlight on our labours shone;
You have been cheated, trick'd, and played upon!
[Chorus:] We have been cheated, trick'd, and played upon!
Oh, shame! Who is the culprit?
We've no time for trifling!
With choking indignation we are stifling!

[Dame:] The truth's reveal'd, the mystery dispell'd-
The culprit is the Governor Griffenfeld!
[Chorus:] Oh shame! Oh shame!
What does this mean?
Speak out. Governor's fun again!
What has he been about?
What has he done? Explain! Explain!
Explain! Explain!
Explain! Explain!

[Dame:] He doesn't confine to lowly folks
His base barbarian dealings,
But dares to play his practical jokes
Upon my tend'rest feelings!
Assuming that for you I glowed,
You Syndical Mountebank, you!
He--
[Chorus:] Now pray be careful or you'll explode!
[Dame:] I'm keeping it under, thank you!
[Chorus:] Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
She's keeping it under, thank you!
[Dame:] I'm keeping it under, keeping it under,
keeping it under, thank you!
Henceforth I vow with hate intense
To crush that Governor pagan!
Whatever the cost, at my expense,
We'll go to Copenhagen.
There to the Regent we'll complain,
In volleys of vocal thunder-
[Chorus:] Now steady, or you'll be off again!
[Dame:] All right, I'm keeping it under!
[Chorus:] Brava! Brava! Brava! Brava!
Dame Cortlandt is keeping it under!
[Dame:] I'm keeping it under, keeping it under,
keeping it under, thank you!
[Chorus:] Ah! Here's the monkey undiscerning,
Who, all thought of mercy spurning,
Dares with men of light and learning
Thus to play the pranksome fool!
Launch at him our loudest thunder,
Tear him limb from limb asunder!
Long enough we've suffered under
His detested monkey-rule,
His detested monkey-rule!
[Griffenfeld:] What means this uproar which my comfort shatters!
Explain, I beg! Are ye March hares, or hatters?
[Dame:] No madmen we- but matters not to mince,
To Copenhagen we depart,
With rage and fury in each heart,
To interview our sov'reign Regent-Prince!
[Griffenfeld:] The Regent?
[Chorus:] Aye, the Regent!
[Griffenfeld:] Not so loud.
Be pacified, I beg, excited crowd!
This state of indignation do not foment.
The Regent's here, in Elsinore, at this moment!
[Chorus:] The Regent here!
[Thora, Nanna & Griffenfeld:] In Elsinore, at this moment!
After a travelling troublesome,
Quit of the Court and the quality,
Weary of bobbery bubblesome,
Weary of party and polity,
Full of a jolly jocosity,
Out of the pale of propriety,
Hating the pride of pomposity,
Sick of that sort of society,
Regent is resting his brain
Here in our little domain!
[Chorus:] Regent is resting his brain
Here in our little domain!
[Trio:] Seeking a time of tranquility,
Free from all fear of formality,
Finds it in jolly gentility
Here in this lovely locality.
Doffing all duty and dignity
(Follies that fidget him fearfully),
Vows that our merry malignity
Favours his chirruping cheerfully-
Vows he'll again and again
Visit our little domain!
[Chorus:] Vows he'll again and again
Visit our little domain!
[All:] Seeking a time of tranquility,
Free from all fear of formality,
Finds it in jolly gentility
Here in this lovely locality.
Doffing all duty and dignity
(Follies that fidget him fearfully),
Vows that our merry malignity
Favours his chirruping cheerfully-
Vows he'll again and again
Visit our little domain!
Vows he'll again and again
Visit our little domain!
[Chorus:] This is our chance to explain,
This is our chance to explain,
[Trio:] Tell of our sorrow and pain!
[Chorus:] ...is our chance to explain,
This is our chance to explain,
...is our chance to explain,
[Trio:] Tell of our sorrow and pain!
[Tortenssen:] This is our opportunity,
It may not come again.
[Griffenfeld:] No, no!
[Erling:] To lay bare with impunity
Our misery and pain.
[Thora:] No, no!
[Tortenssen:] We'll beg, with due severity,
His speedy punishment.
[Thora:] No, no!
[Principals:] And that with all celerity
To gaol he may be sent!
[Trio:] No, no!
[Chorus:] To gaol!
[Trio:] No, no!
[Chorus:] To gaol!
[Trio:] No, no!
[Chorus:] To gaol he may be sent!
[Trio:] No, no!
[Chorus:] To gaol!
[Trio:] No, no!
[Chorus:] To gaol!
[Trio:] No, no!
[Chorus:] To gaol he may be sent!
[Trio:] No, no! not that; avert our doom!
Why it would be our ruin!
Can you resist when we assume
This attitude to sue in?
No, no! not that; avert our doom!
Why it would be our ruin!
Can you resist when we assume
This attitude to sue in?
[Principals:] Yes, yes!
[Chorus:] Ha, ha, ha!
[Principals:] Yes, yes!
[Chorus:] Ha, ha, ha!
[All:] We can resist though you assume
That attitude to sue in!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
Ha, ha, ha, ha! Ha, ha,
Ha, ha, ha, ha, Ha, ha, Ha, ha, ha, ha!
[Griffenfeld:] Oh, pray have mercy! Do not pour
Upon a hapless Governor,
Who treads a rather devious path,
The vials of your mighty wrath!
[Nanna & Thora:] Oh, pray you be magnanimous
'Twill ruin him and ruin us-
In sheer good humour it was done-
Oh, haven't you any sense of fun?
Oh, haven't you any sense,
Oh, haven't you any sense,
Oh, haven't you any sense of fun?
[Thora & Nanna:] Ah, don't be hard on one whose passion ruling
Was, from his birth, a taste for April fooling!
[Trio:] Ah, don't be hard on one whose passion ruling
Was, from his birth, a taste for April fooling!
[Erling:] Go, traitress, go!
[Tortenssen:] Go, traitress, go!
[Erling & Tortenssen:] On such a foe
I scorn the vain appeal.
In vain you cry,
And sob and sigh,
In vain you kneel,
In vain you kneel,
In vain you kneel, I say!
[Trio:] Oh, pity me, pity me, pity me, pity me,
Pity me, pity me, pray!
[Chorus:] Of all that's mean
And vile, I ween,
In an underhanded way,
Epitome, pitome, pitome, pitome,
Pitome, pitome they!
Epitome, pitome they!
Epitome, pitome they!
[Trio:] When a governor triumphs though quibble and quiddity
He may employ with a cheerful avidity,
Any amount of tol-lol-the-rol-liddity,
Tol-the-rol, lol-the-rol,
lol-the-rol-lay!
[Chorus:] To the Regent, away!
[Trio:] Tol-the-rol-the-rol,
lol-the-rol, lol-the-rol-lay!
[Chorus:] To the Regent, away!
To the Regent, away!
To the Regent, away!
To the Regent, away! Away!

Karaoke version compiled by Colin Johnson

No. 12 - Finale Act I
Soft karaoke
Words
Christina
Thora
Nanna
Dame Hecla
Griffenfeld
Erling
Harold
Tortenssen
Mats Munck
Sopranos
Contraltos
Tenors
Basses
Right Hand
Left Hand
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