Lyrics Finale - The Pirates Of Penzance

Finale

Now what is this, and what is that, and why does father leave his rest
At such a time of night as this, so very incompletely dressed?
Dear father is, and always was, the most methodical of men!
It’s his invariable rule to go to bed at half-past ten.
What strange occurrence can it be that calls dear father from his rest
At such a time of night as this, so very incompletely dressed?
Forward, my men, and seize that General there!
His life is over.
The pirates!
the pirates!
Oh, despair!
Yes, we’re the pirates, so despair!
Frederic here!
Oh, joy!
Oh.
rapture!
Summon your men and effect their capture!
Frederic, save us!
Beautiful Mabel,
I would if I could, but I am not able.
He’s telling the truth, he is not able.
With base deceit
You worked upon our feelings!
Revenge is sweet,
And flavours all our dealings!
With courage rare
And resolution manly,
For death prepare,
Unhappy Gen’ral Stanley.
Is he to die, unshriven, unannealed?
Oh, spare him!
Will no one in his cause a weapon wield?
Oh, spare him!
Yes, we are here, though hitherto concealed!
Oh, rapture!
So to Constabulary, pirates yield!
Oh, rapture!
We/You triumph now, for well we trow
Your/Our mortal career’s cut short;
No pirate band will take its stand
At the Central Criminal Court.
To gain a brief advantage you’ve contrived,
But your proud triumph will not be long-lived
Don’t say you are orphans, for we know that game.
On your allegiance we’ve a stronger claim.
We charge you yield, we charge you yield,
In Queen Victoria’s name!
You do?
We do!
We charge you yield,
In Queen Victoria’s name!
We yield at once, with humbled mien,
Because, with all our faults, we love our Queen.
Yes, yes, with all their faults, they love their Queen.
Yes, yes, with all their faults, they love their Queen.
Away with them, and place them at the bar!
One moment!
let me tell you who they are.
They are no members of the common throng;
They are all noblemen who have gone wrong.
They are all noblemen who have gone wrong.
No Englishman unmoved that statement hears,
Because, with all our faults, we love our House of
Peers.
I pray you, pardon me, ex-Pirate King!
Peers will be peers, and youth will have its fling.
Resume your ranks and legislative duties,
And take my daughters, all of whom are beauties.
Poor wandering ones!
Though ye have surely strayed,
Take heart of grace,
Your steps retrace,
Poor wandering ones!
Poor wandering ones!
If such poor love as ours
Can help you find
True peace of mind,
Why, take it, it is yours!
ALL.
Poor wandering ones!
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