No. 23 - Finale Act III

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

By Arthur Sullivan
Generated by NoteWorthy Composer

[Ladies:] Hark!
[Men:] hark!
[Ladies:] hark! the cannon!
[Men:] hark! the cannon!
[Ladies:] Where to hide us?
[Chorus:] Hark! again the trumpet's call!
Friend afar and foe beside us,
Death confronts us one and all!
Friend afar and foe beside us,
Death confronts us one and all!
[Manners:] God save the King!
These from his hand I bring!
Time was, Sir Knight, thou spurned me from thy gate;
For my revenge I had not long to wait.
Thee, in King Charles's name, I reinstal
The lord of Haddon and of Haddon's Hall.
[Chorus:] God save the King!
God save the King!
[Lady Vernon:] But who art thou that bring
Tidings so glad?
[Sir George:] Thy name?
[Manners:] John Manners.
[Sir George:] Rutland's son?
[Manners:] The same.
[Sir George:] Thou hast done this for me?
[Manners:] For one who bore thy name.
[Chorus:] Lo! our mistress! Haddon's pride!
Home the bridegroom brings his bride!
[Manners:] Another gift, Sir Knight, I bring,
With favours from our greater king
Who rules beyond the grave.
To thee I now present my bride.
A lover, I thy wrath defied;
A son, thy grace I crave.
[Dorothy:] Oh, father, wilt thou not forgive me now?
[Sir George:] Arise, beloved! Thou hast kept thy vow.
[Lady Vernon:] And all things yield to such a love as thine.
[Dorothy:] Oh, praise me not; the merit is not mine.
Love breathed a message through the sphere!
I could not but obey;
To all who have the ears to hear
Love breathes it every day.
Now, in the babbling of the brook,
It murmurs to our souls;
Now, through the lightning's fiery fork
Reverberant it rolls.
It echoes through the solemn night,
It rings all nature through;
For ever, in the angels' sight
To thine own heart be true!
[Ensemble:] Though storms uprise
And cloud the skies,
And thorns where roses grew,
Come sun, come snow,
Come weal, come woe,
To thine own heart, to thine own heart be true!
[Chorus:] Though storms uprise
And cloud the skies,
And thorns where roses grew,
Come sun, come snow,
Come weal, come woe,
To thine own heart, to thine own heart be true!

Oh, father, wilt thou not forgive me now?

Oh, praise me not; the merit is not mine.

Love breathed a message through the sphere!
I could not but obey;
To all who have the ears to hear
Love breathes it every day.
Now, in the babbling of the brook,
It murmurs to our souls;
Now, through the lightning's fiery fork
Reverberant it rolls.
It echoes through the solemn night,
It rings all nature through;
For ever, in the angels' sight
To thine own heart be true!

Though storms uprise
And cloud the skies,
And thorns where roses grew,
Come sun, come snow,
Come weal, come woe,
To thine own heart, to thine own heart be true!
Though storms uprise
And cloud the skies,
And thorns where roses grew,
Come sun, come snow,
Come weal, come woe,
To thine own heart, to thine own heart be true!

But who art thou that bring
Tidings so glad?

And all things yield to such a love as thine.

Though storms uprise
And cloud the skies,
And thorns where roses grew,
Come sun, come snow,
Come weal, come woe,
To thine own heart be true!
Though storms uprise
And cloud the skies,
And thorns where roses grew,
Come sun, come snow,
Come weal, come woe,
To thine own heart be true!

God save the King!
These from his hand I bring!

Time was, Sir Knight, thou spurned me from thy gate;
For my revenge I had not long to wait.
Thee, in King Charles's name, I reinstal
The lord of Haddon and of Haddon's Hall.

John Manners.
The same.
For one who bore thy name.

Another gift, Sir Knight, I bring,
With favours from our greater king
Who rules beyond the grave.
To thee I now present my bride.
A lover, I thy wrath defied;
A son, thy grace I crave.

Though storms uprise
And cloud the skies,
And thorns where roses grew,
Come sun, come snow,
Come weal, come woe,
To thine own heart be true!
Though storms uprise
And cloud the skies,
And thorns where roses grew,
Come sun, come snow,
Come weal, come woe,
To thine own heart be true!

Thy name?
Rutland's son?
Thou hast done this for me?

Arise, beloved! Thou hast kept thy vow.

Though storms uprise
And cloud the skies,
And thorns where roses grew,
Come sun, come snow,
Come weal, come woe,
To thine own heart be true!
Though storms uprise
And cloud the skies,
And thorns where roses grew,
Come sun, come snow,
Come weal, come woe,
To thine own heart be true!

Thou'st got 'em on!
Thou'st got 'em on, McCrankie!
Thou'st got 'em on!
Thou'st got 'em on, McCrankie!

Hark! hark! the cannon! Where to hide us?
Hark! again the trumpet's call!
Friend afar and foe beside us,
Friend afar and foe beside us,
Death confronts us one and all!

God save the King!
God save the King!

Lo! our mistress! Haddon's pride!
Home the bridegroom brings his bride!

Though storms uprise
And cloud the

Thou'st got 'em on!
Thou'st got 'em on, McCrankie!
Thou'st got 'em on!
Thou'st got 'em on, McCrankie!

Hark! hark! the cannon!
Hark! again the trumpet's call!
Friend afar and foe beside us,
Death confronts us one and all!
Death confronts us one and all!

God save the King!
God save the King!

Lo! our mistress! Haddon's pride!
Home the bridegroom brings his bride!

Though storms uprise

Hech, mon! hech, mon! it gars me greet
Tae see thy capers mony,
When nature made the earth sae sweet,
An' life micht be sae bonny.
Why nae accept what fortune sen's
An' learn that earth an' heaven are frien's?
Eneugh o' hankypanky--
Gie ower thy freaks
An' don the breeks,
An' be a mon, McCrankie!
Thou'st got 'em on!
I've got 'em on!
Thou'st got 'em on, McCrankie!
Thou'st got 'em on!
I've got 'em on!
Thou'st got 'em on, McCrankie!
At
Hark! hark! hark! the cannon!
hark! the cannon!
Where to hide us?
Hark! again the trumpet's call!
Friend afar and foe beside us,
Death confronts us one and all!
Friend afar and foe beside us,
Death confronts us one and all!
God save the King!
These from his hand I bring!
Time was, Sir Knight, thou spurned me from thy gate;
For my revenge I had not long to wait.
Thee, in King Charles's name, I reinstal
The lord of Haddon and of Haddon's Hall.
God save the King!
God save the King!
But who art thou that bring
Tidings so glad?
Thy name?
John Manners.
Rutland's son?
The same.
Thou hast done this for me?
For one who bore thy name.
Lo! our mistress! Haddon's pride!
Home the bridegroom brings his bride!
Another gift, Sir Knight, I bring,
With favours from our greater king
Who rules beyond the grave.
To thee I now present my bride.
A lover, I thy wrath defied;
A son, thy grace I crave.
Oh, father, wilt thou not forgive me now?
Arise, beloved! Thou hast kept thy vow.
And all things yield to such a love as thine.
Oh, praise me not; the merit is not mine.

Love breathed a message through the sphere!
I could not but obey;
To all who have the ears to hear
Love breathes it every day.
Now, in the babbling of the brook,
It murmurs to our souls;
Now, through the lightning's

Karaoke version compiled by Colin Johnson

No23 - Finale Act III
Soft karaoke
Words
Dorothy
Lady Vernon
Manners
Sir George
Sopranos
Contraltos
Tenors
Basses
Right Hand
Left Hand
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