Текст песни 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" - Stafford Dean feat. Kurt Streit, Academy of St. Martin in the Fields Chorus, Robert Lloyd, Bryn Terfel, Sir Thomas Allen, Sylvia McNair, Jean Rigby, Academy of St. Martin in the Fields & Sir Neville Marriner

Hark!
What was that, sir?
Why, an arquebus, fired from the wharf, unless I much mistake
Strange, and at such an hour
What can it mean?
Now what can that have been?
A shot so late at night
Enough to cause a fright
What can the portent be?
What form of danger that is not yet known to man
What form of danger that is not yet known to man
The doubt is great, but danger is at hand
But danger is at hand
What danger is at hand
What danger is at hand
Who fired that shot?
At once the truth declare
My Lord, twas I, to rashly judge forbear
My Lord, twas he, to rashly judge forbear
Like a ghost his vigil keeping
Or a specter all appalling
I beheld a figure creeping
I should rather call it crawling
He was creeping
He was crawling
He was creeping, creeping
Crawling
He was creeping
He was crawling
He was creeping, creeping
Crawling
Without a moment's hesitation I myself upon him flung
With a horrid exclamation to his draperies I hung
Then we closed with one another in a rough-and-tumble smother
Colonel Fairfax and no other was the man to whom I clung
Colonel Fairfax and no other
Colonel Fairfax and no other
Colonel Fairfax and no other was the man to whom he clung
After mighty tug and tussle
It resembled more a struggle
He by dint of stronger muscle
And by some infernal juggle
From my clutch he quickly sliding
I should rather call it slipping
With the view my thoughts of hiding
Or escaping to the shipping
With a gasp and with a quiver
I describe it as a shiver
Down he dived into the river
And alas, I cannot swim
With a gasp and with a quiver
Down he dived into the river
It was very brave of him
Ingenuity his catching
With a view my king uppleasing
Our perverse from sense he snatching
I should rather call it seizing
With an ounce or two of lead
I dispatched him through the head
With an ounce or two of lead
He dispatched him through the head
I discharged it without winking
Little time I lost in thinking
Like a stone I saw him sinking
I should say a lump of lead
He discharged it without winking
Little time he lost in thinking
Like a stone I saw him sinking
I should say a lump of lead
Like a stone, my boy, I said
Like a heavy lump of lead
Like a stone, my boy, I said
Like a heavy lump of lead
Anyhow the man is dead
Whether stone or lump of lead
Anyhow the man is dead
And lay the stone or lump of lead
Our robust intent is seizing
With a view his evil pleasing
Our robust intent is seizing
With a view his evil pleasing
We've discharged it through the head
And he's very, very dead
And he basks every meter
With a stone or lump of lead
It is very, very certain that he's very, very dead
Stone
Lead
The river must be dragged
No time be lost
The body must be found at any cost
To this attend without undue delay
So set to work with what dispatch ye may
Yes, yes, we're set to work with what dispatch ye may
Hail the valiant fellow
Who did this deed of derring-do
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