No. 1 - The Chaunt of the Monks

from "The Mountebanks"
Words by W. S. Gilbert
Music by Alfred Cellier
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By Alfred Cellier
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[Monks:] Miserere!
Umbra fere,
Pauper sum diabolus.
Semper dolens
Nolens, volens,
Monachus moestissimus!
Quum oramus
Jejunamus
Eheu! otiose dens!
Sitiens sumque,
Ac, plerumque,
Acriter esuriens!

[Tamorras:] We are members of a Secret Society, (hush!)
Working by the moon's uncertain disc;
Our motto is "Revenge without Anxiety,"
That is, without unnecessary risk: (hush!)
We pass our nights on damp straw and squalid hay
When trade is not particularly brisk; (hush!)
But now and then we take a little holiday,
And spend our honest earnings in a frisk. (hush!)

[Giorgio:] Five hundred years ago,
Our ancestor's next door neighbour
Had a mother whose brother,
By some means or other,
Incurred three months' hard labour.
[Tamorras:] Three months' hard labour!
[Giorgio:] This wrongful sentence, though,
On his head he contrived to do it,
As it tarnished our 'scutcheon,
Which ne'er had a touch on,
We swore mankind would rue it!

[Tamorras:] Yes, yes, yes!
We swore mankind would rue it!
Yes, yes, yes!
We swore mankind would rue it!
So we're members of a Secret Society, (hush!)
Working by the moon's uncertain disc;
Our motto is "Revenge without Anxiety,"
That is, without unnecessary risk.

Karaoke version compiled by Colin Johnson

The Mountebanks 1: Miserere
Soft karaoke
Words
Giorgio
Monks
Tenors
Basses
Right Hand
Left Hand
Karaoke Track