Track Title:               Pirates of Penzance:  When the Foeman Bares His Steel

Album Title:               Opera for People Who Hate Opera, disc d
Prime Artist:              Gilbert & Sullivan
Orchestra:                 Rochester Philharmonic Orchestra and Chorus

Lyrics:
     When the foeman bares his steel,
                    Tarantara!  tarantara!
     We uncomfortable feel,
                    Tarantara!
     And we find the wisest thing,
                    Tarantara!  tarantara!
     Is to slap our chests and sing,
                    Tarantara!
     For when threatened with cmeutes,
                    Tarantara! tarantara!
     And your heart is in your boots,
                    Tarantara!
     There is nothing brings it round
     Like the trumpet's martial sound,
     Like the trumpet's martial sound
                    Tarantara! tarantara!, etc.

MABEL:    Go, ye heroes, go to glory,
          Though you die in combat gory,
          Ye shall live in song and story.
               Go to immortality!
          Go to death, and go to slaughter;
          Die, and every Cornish daughter
          With her tears your grave shall water.
               Go, ye heroes, go and die!

GIRLS:    Go, ye heroes, go and die!  Go, ye heroes, go and die!

POLICE:   Though to us it's evident,
                    Tarantara!  tarantara!
          These attentions are well meant,
                    Tarantara!
          Such expressions don't appear,
                    Tarantara!  tarantara!
          Calculated men to cheer
                    Tarantara!
          Who are going to meet their fate
          In a highly nervous state.
                    Tarantara! tarantara! tarantara!
          Still to us it's evident
          These attentions are well meant.
                    Tarantara! tarantara! tarantara!

EDITH:    Go and do your best endeavour,
          And before all links we sever,
          We will say farewell for-ever.
               Go to glory and the grave!

GIRLS:    For your foes are fierce and ruthless,
          False, unmerciful, and truthless;
          Young and tender, old and toothless,
               All in vain their mercy crave.

SERGEANT: We observe too great a stress,
          On the risks that on us press,
          And of reference a lack
          To our chance of coming back.
          Still, perhaps it would be wise
          Not to carp or criticise,
          For it's very evident
          These attentions are well meant.

POLICE:   Yes, it's very evident
          These attentions are well meant,
          Evident, yes, well meant, evident
          Ah, yes, well meant!

                            ENSEMBLE

     Chorus of all but Police                  Chorus of Police

Go and do your best endeavour,        Such expressions don't appear,
And before all links we sever                    Tarantara, tarantara!
We will say farewell for ever.        Calculated men to cheer,
     Go to glory and the grave!                  Tarantara!
For your foes and fierce and          Who are going to their fate,
     ruthless,                                   Tarantara, tarantara!
False, unmerciful, and                In a highly nervous state--
     truthless.                                  Tarantara!
Young and tender, old and             We observe too great a stress,
     toothless,                                  Tarantara, tarantara!
All in vain their mercy crave.        On the risks that on us press,
                                                 Tarantara!
And of reference a lack, Tarantara, tarantara! To our chance of coming back, Tarantara!
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