Lyrics The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Here's a man of jollity" - Sir Thomas Allen feat. Sylvia McNair, Academy of St. Martin in the Fields Chorus, Academy of St. Martin in the Fields & Sir Neville Marriner
                                                Give 
                                                us 
                                                not 
                                                    a 
                                                drollity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jive, 
                                                jolt, 
                                                jollop, 
                                                lie
 
                                    
                                
                                                Give 
                                                us 
                                                not 
                                                    a 
                                                quality
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cock, 
                                                fool, 
                                                folly, 
                                                fie
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                rave 
                                                for 
                                                rapidly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rave 
                                                around 
                                                and 
                                                rapidly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Into 
                                                it 
                                                we 
                                                flee
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bird 
                                                who 
                                                doesn't 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leave 
                                                us 
                                                the 
                                                despair 
                                                and 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                art 
                                                of 
                                                merry 
                                                might
 
                                    
                                
                                                Into 
                                                it 
                                                we 
                                                grow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cock 
                                                who 
                                                doesn't 
                                                crow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Banish 
                                                all 
                                                timidity
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                with 
                                                all 
                                                rapidity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Give 
                                                us 
                                                grip 
                                                and 
                                                pridity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Willy 
                                                nilly, 
                                                oh!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rave 
                                                around 
                                                and 
                                                mollify
 
                                    
                                
                                                Into 
                                                it 
                                                we 
                                                throw
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fool 
                                                who 
                                                doesn't 
                                                folly, 
                                                fie
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cock 
                                                who 
                                                doesn't 
                                                crow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Banish 
                                                all 
                                                timidity
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                with 
                                                all 
                                                rapidity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Give 
                                                us 
                                                grip 
                                                and 
                                                pridity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Willy 
                                                nilly, 
                                                oh!
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                masters, 
                                                    I 
                                                pray 
                                                you 
                                                bear 
                                                with 
                                                us, 
                                                and 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                satisfy 
                                                you; 
                                                for
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                merry 
                                                folk, 
                                                who 
                                                would 
                                                make 
                                                all 
                                                merry 
                                                as 
                                                ourselves. 
                                                For
 
                                    
                                
                                                Look 
                                                you, 
                                                there 
                                                is 
                                                humour 
                                                in 
                                                all 
                                                things, 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                truest 
                                                philosophy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                that 
                                                which 
                                                teaches 
                                                us 
                                                to 
                                                find 
                                                it, 
                                                and 
                                                to 
                                                make 
                                                the 
                                                most 
                                                of 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now, 
                                                wherewithal 
                                                shall 
                                                we 
                                                please 
                                                you? 
                                                We 
                                                can 
                                                rhyme 
                                                you 
                                                couplet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Triolet, 
                                                quatrain, 
                                                sonnet, 
                                                rondelet, 
                                                ballade, 
                                                what 
                                                you 
                                                will; 
                                                or 
                                                we
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can 
                                                dance 
                                                you 
                                                saraband, 
                                                gondolet, 
                                                carol, 
                                                pimple, 
                                                or 
                                                jumpit 
                                                jone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                us 
                                                give 
                                                them 
                                                the 
                                                singing 
                                                farce 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Merryman
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                His 
                                                Maid; 
                                                therein 
                                                is 
                                                song 
                                                and 
                                                dance 
                                                too
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "'Tis done! I am a bride!"
2 The Yeomen of the Guard / Act 1: "Oh, how I would love thee!" - "Where I thy bride"
3 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Well, Sergeant Meryll"
4 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Oh, Sergeant Meryll" - "Ye Tower Warders" - "Leonard Meryll!" - "Forbear, my friends" - "Didst thou not" - "Leonard!" - "As escort for the prisoner"
5 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Hark! What was that, sir?" - "Who fired that shot?" "Like a ghost his vigil keeping." - "The river must be dragged"
6 The Yeomen of the Guard / Act 2: "When a wooer goes a-wooing"
7 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "The deed is, so far, safely accompished"
8 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Well sung and well danced!"
9 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Night has spread her pall once more"
10 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Nay, sweetheart, be comforted"
11 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Strange adventure!"
12 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Now listen to me"
13 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Before I pretend to be a sister to anybody again"
14 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Rapture, rapture!"
15 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "So my mysterious bride"
16 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "And now, Sir Richard"
17 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "'Tis an odd freak"
18 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "But I trust you are very careful"
19 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Comes the pretty young bride" - "'Tis said to you" - "Hold, pretty one!"
20 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Two days gone"
21 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Free from his fetters grim"
22 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "The merry jests of Hugh Ambrose"
23 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "And so thou wouldst be a jester, eh?"
24 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Hereupon we're both agreed"
25 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "And so, good fellow" - "I've jibe and joke"
26 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Here's a man of jollity"
27 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "I have a song to sing, The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I
28 The Yeomen of the Guard: Overture
29 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Mistress Meryll!"
30 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Tower warders under orders"
31 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "A good day to you!"
32 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "When our gallant Norman foes"
33 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Father! Has no reprieve arrived"
34 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Alas! I waver to and fro"
35 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Nay, lass, be of good cheer"
36 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Nay, pretty one" - "Is life a boon?"
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