ERNEST If the light of love's lingering ember
Has faded in gloom,
You cannot neglect, O remember,
A voice from the tomb!
That stern supernatural diction
Should act as a solemn restriction,
Although by a mere legal fiction
A voice from the tomb!
A voice from the tomb!

JULIA I own that that utterance chills me--
It withers my bloom!
With awful emotion it thrills me--
That voice from the tomb!
Oh, spectre, won't anything lay thee?
Though pained to deny or gainsay thee,
In this case I cannot obey thee,
Thou voice from the tomb!
Thou voice from the tomb!
BOTH Thou voice from the tomb!

JULIA So spectre, appalling,
I bid you goodday--
Perhaps you'll be calling
When passing this way.
Your bogeydom scorning,
And all your lovelorning,
I bid you goodmorning,
I bid you goodday.
Good morning, Good morning,
Good morning, good day!
Ah.....
So, spectre, appalling,
I bid you...

ERN. My offer recalling,
Your words I obey--
Your fate is appalling,
And full of dismay.
To pay for this scorning
I give you fair warning
I'll haunt you each morning,
Each night, and each day!
I'll haunt you morning, night...

JULIA Well, spectre, appalling,
I bid you goodday--
Perhaps you'll be calling
When passing this way.
Your bogydom scorning,
And all your lovelorning,
I bid you good morning,
I bid you good day.
Good morning, good morning,
Good morning, good day!
Ah.....
so spectre, appalling,
I bid you good day!
I bid you good day! Good day!

CHORUS Now bridegroom and bride let us toast
In a magnum of merry champagne--
Let us make of this moment the most,
We may not be so lucky again.
So drink to our sovereign host
And his highly intelligent reign--
His health and his bride's let us toast
In a magnum a magnum of merry champagne!

BARONESS Come, bumpersaye, ever so many--
And then, if you will, many more!
This wine doesn't cost us a penny,
Tho' it's Pommery, Pommery seventyfour!
Old wine is a true panacea
For ev'ry conceivable ill,
When you cherish the soothing idea
That somebody else pays the bill!
Old wine is a pleasure that's hollow
When at your own table you sit,
For you're thinking each mouthful you swallow
Has cost you,
Has cost you a threepenny bit!

So bumpersaye, ever so many--
And then if you will many more
This wine doesn't cost us a penny,
Tho' it's Pommery seventyfour!

CH. So bumpersaye, ever so many--
And then if you will many more
This wine doesn't cost us a penny,
Tho' it's Pommery seventyfour!

BAR. I once gave an evening party
(A sandwich and cutorange ball),
But my guests had such appetites hearty
That I couldn't enjoy it, enjoy it at all.
I made an heroic endeavour
To look unconcerned, but in vain,
And I vow'd that I neveroh never
Would ask anybody again!
But there's a distinction decided---
A difference truly immense
When the wine that you drink is provided, provided,
At somebody else's expense.
So bumpersaye, ever so many--
The cost we may safely ignore!
For the wine doesn't cost us a penny,
Tho' it's Pommery seventyfour!

CH. So bumpersaye, ever so many--
The cost we may safely ignore!
For the wine doesn't cost us a penny,
Tho' it's Pommery seventyfour!

I own that that utterance chills me--
It withers my bloom!
With awful emotion it thrills me--
That voice from the tomb!
Oh, spectre, won't anything lay thee?
Though pained to deny or gainsay thee,
In this case I cannot obey thee,
Thou voice from the tomb!
Thou voice from the tomb!
Thou voice from the tomb!

So spectre, appalling,
I bid you goodday--
Perhaps you'll be calling
When passing this way.
Your bogeydom scorning,
And all your lovelorning,
I bid you goodmorning,
I bid you goodday.
Good morning, Good morning,
Good morning, good day!
Ah.....
So, spectre, appalling,
I bid you Good day!

Well, spectre, appalling,
I bid you goodday--
Perhaps you'll be calling
When passing this way.
Your bogydom scorning,
And all your lovelorning,
I bid you good morning,
I bid you good day.
Good morning, good morning,
Good morning, good day!
Ah.....
so spectre, appalling,
I bid you good day!
I bid you good day! Good day!

If the light of love's lingering ember
Has faded in gloom,
You cannot neglect, O remember,
A voice from the tomb!
That stern supernatural diction
Should act as a solemn restriction,
Although by a mere legal fiction
A voice from the tomb!
A voice from the tomb!
Thou voice from the tomb! from the tomb!

My offer recalling,
Your words I obey--
Your fate is appalling,
And full of dismay.
To pay for this scorning
I give you fair warning
I'll haunt you each morning,
Each night, and each day!
I'll haunt you morning,
night, and day!

To pay this scorning
I give you warning
I'll haunt you each morning,
Each night, and each day!
Each morning, each morning,
Each morning, each morning,
I'll haunt
I'll haunt you Each night, and each day!
I'll haunt you Each night, and day!

Now bridegroom and bride let us toast
In a magnum of merry champagne--
Let us make of this moment the most,
We may not be so lucky again.
So drink to our sovereign host
And his highly intelligent reign--
His health and his bride's let us toast
In a magnum a magnum of merry champagne!

By Gilbert & Sullivan
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Grand Duke 20
Lyrics
Julia
Baroness
Ernest
Staff-2
SA
Staff-1
TB
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piano-3
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