No. 17 - Opening Chorus - Act III

from "Haddon Hall"
Music by Arthur Sullivan
Words by Sydney Grundy
Sequenced by Colin Johnson

By Arthur Sullivan
Generated by NoteWorthy Composer

[Chorus:] Our heads we bow, the rod we kiss-
(aside) Did ever you hear such a chorus as this?
It's a Puritan notion of heavenly bliss!
(aloud) The scales have fallen from our eyes-
(aside) We're painfully conscious we're so many guys,
And we're all of us telling a parcel of lies!
(aloud) The truth at last we plainly see-
(aside) Oh, hi diddle, diddle! between you and me,
Our apparent conversion is fiddle-de-dee!
(aloud) Oh, priceless gift! Oh blessed boon!
(aside) It must have been of this identical tune
The apocryphal quadruped perished so soon.
[Six Puritans:] Our heads we bow, the rod we kiss-
The scales have fallen from our eyes-
The truth at last we clearly see-
Oh, priceless gift! Oh blessed boon!
[All:] Oh blessed boon!
Oh what a tune! what a tune!

Karaoke version compiled by Colin Johnson

No17 - Chorus - Our heads we bow
Soft karaoke
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Sopranos
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Puritans
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