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CHORUS: Now to the banquet we press;
Now for the eggs and the ham;
Now for the mustard and cress,
Now for the strawberry jam!
Now for the tea of our host,
Now for the rollicking bun,
Now for the muffin and toast,
And now for the gay Sally Lunn!
Now for the muffin and toast,
And now for the gay Sally Lunn!

The eggs and the ham,
And the strawberry jam!
The rollicking bun,
And the gay Sally Lunn!
The eggs and the ham,
And the strawberry jam!
The rollicking bun,
And the gay Sally Lunn!
The eggs and the ham,
And the strawberry jam!
And the rollicking bun!
The rollicking bun,
And the gay Sally Lunn,
And the strawberry jam!
Bun, Jam,
Bun, Jam,
Oh! the strawberry, strawberry jam!
Bun, Jam,
Bun, Jam,
Oh! the rollicking, rollicking bun!

SIR M.: Be happy all,
The feast is spread before ye;
Fear nothing,
But enjoy yourselves, I pray!
Eat, aye, and drink,
Be merry, I implore ye,
For once let thoughtless Folly rule the day.

Eat, drink, and be gay,
Banish all worry and sorrow,
Laugh gaily today,
Weep, if you're sorry, tomorrow!
Come, pass the cup around;
I will go bail for the liquor;
It's strong, I'll be bound,
For it was brewed by the vicar!
It's strong, I'll be bound,
For it was brewed by the vicar!

CHORUS: None so knowing as he
At brewing a jorum of tea,
Ha! ha! ha! ha!
A pretty stiff jorum of tea.

ALX., ALN. & MR. W.:See, see, they drink;
All thoughts unheeding,
The teacups clink,
They are exceeding!
Their hearts will melt
In halfanhour,
Then will be felt
The potion's power,
Then will be felt
The potion's power,
The potion's power!

DR. D.: Pain, trouble, and care,
Misery, heartache, and worry,
Quick, out of your lair!
Get you all gone in a hurry!
Toil, sorrow, and plot,
Fly away quicker and quicker:
Three spoons to the pot,
That is the brew of your vicar!
Three spoons to the pot,
That is the brew of your vicar!

CHORUS: None so cunning as he
At brewing a jorum of tea,
Ha! ha! ha! ha!
A pretty stiff jorum of tea!

ALEXIS & ALINE: Oh love, true love,
Unworldly, abiding!
Source of all pleasure,
True fountain of joy,
Oh love, true love,
Divinely confiding,
Exquisite treasure
That knows no alloy.
ALEXIS: Oh love, true love,
Rich harvest of gladness,
Peacebearing tillage,
Great garner of bliss,
Oh, love,
ALINE: Oh, love,
BOTH Oh, love,
Oh, love, true love,
Look down on our sadness:
Dwell in this village,
Oh, dwell in this village,
Oh hear,
Oh, hear us,
Hear us, oh, love in this!
Oh love, true love,
Oh hear us in this!

MEN: Oh, marvellous illusion!
Oh, terrible surprise!
What is this strange confusion
That veils my aching eyes?

ALX., ALN. & MR. W.: A marvellous illusion!
A terrible surprise
Excites a strange confusion
Within their aching eyes.

ALL: I/They must regain my/their senses,
Restoring Reason's law,
Or fearful inferences
The company will draw!
Or fearful inferences
The company will draw!

CHORUS: A marvellous illusion! (etc.)

PRINCIPALS: Oh, marvellous illusion!
Oh, terrible surprise!
Oh, marvellous,
Oh, marvellous illusion!
CHORUS: A marvellous illusion! (etc.)

PRINCIPALS: Oh, marvellous illusion!
Oh, terrible surprise!
Oh, marvellous,
Oh, marvellous illusion!

CHORUS: Oh, marvellous illusion!
PRINCIPALS: Oh, terrible surprise!
CHORUS: Oh, marvellous illusion!
ALL: Oh, terrible surprise!
What is this strange confusion
That veils my aching eyes,
That veils my eyes?

By Arthur Sullivan
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Sorcerer No 14
Lyrics
Aline
Constance
Lady S./Mrs. P.
Alexis
Mr. Wells
Sir M./Dr. D.
Sopranos
Altos
Tenors
Bass
Right Hand
Left Hand
Tempo