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CHORUS: With aspect stern
And gloomy stride,
We come to learn
How you decide.

Don't hesitate
Your choice to name,
A dreadful fate
You'll suffer all the same.
A dreadful fate
You'll suffer all the same.

POOH. To ask you what you mean to do we punctually appear.
KOKO: Congratulate me, gentlemen, I've found a Volunteer!
ALL: The Japanese equivalent for Hear, Hear, Hear!
KOKO: 'Tis NankiPoo!
ALL: Hail, NankiPoo!
KOKO: I think he'll do?
ALL: Yes, yes, he'll do!

KOKO: He yields his life if I'll YumYum surrender.
Now I adore that girl with passion tender,
And could not yield her with a ready will,
Or her allot,
If I did not
Adore myself with passion tenderer still,
With passion tenderer still!

ALL: Ah, yes!
He loves himself with passion tenderer still!
KOKO: Take her: she's yours!

NANKI: The threatened cloud has passed away,
YUM: And brightly shines the dawning day;
NANKI: What though the night may come too soon,
YUM: There's yet a month of afternoon!

PRINCIPALS: Then let the throng
Our joy advance,
With laughing song
And merry dance,
Then let the throng
Our joy advance,
With laughing song
And merry dance,
With laughing song
And merry dance,
With laughing song!

CHORUS: With joyous shout, with joyous shout and ringing cheer,
Inaugurate, inaugurate their brief career!
With joyous shout and ringing cheer,
Inaugurate their brief career!
With joyous shout and ringing cheer,
Inaugurate their brief career!

PITTI.: A day, a week, a month, a year--
YUM.: Or far or near, or far or near,
POOH.: Life's eventime comes much too soon,
PITTI.: You'll live at least a honeymoon!

PRINCIPALS: Then

let the throng
Our joy advance,
With laughing song
And merry dance,
Then let the throng
Our joy advance,
With laughing song
And merry dance,
With laughing song
And merry dance,
With laughing song!

CHORUS: With joyous shout, with joyous shout and ringing cheer,
Inaugurate, inaugurate their brief career!
With joyous shout and ringing cheer,
Inaugurate their brief career!
With joyous shout and ringing cheer,
Inaugurate their brief career,
Laughing song, merry dance,
With laughing song and merry dance.

POOH.: As in a month you've got to die,
If KoKo tells us true,
'Twere empty compliment to cry
"Long life to NankiPoo!"
But as one month you have to live
As fellowcitizen,
This toast with three times three we'll give--
"Long life,
long life to you,
long life to you,
long life to you, till then!"

CHORUS: May all good fortune, all good fortune prosper you,
May you have health, may you have health and riches too,
May all good fortune prosper you,
May you have health and riches too,
May you succeed in all you do!
Long life, long life to you, till then!

KATISHA: Your revels cease! Assist me, all of you!
CHORUS: Why, who is this whose evil eyes
Rain blight on our festivities?
KAT.: I claim my perjured lover, NankiPoo!
Oh, fool! to shun delights that never cloy!
CHORUS: Go, leave thy deadly work undone!
KAT.: Come back, oh, shallow fool!
Come back to joy!
CHORUS: Away, away! illfavoured one!

NANK.: Ah!
'Tis Katisha!
The maid of whom I told you.

KAT.: No!
You shall not go,
These arms shall thus enfold you!

Oh fool, that fleeest
My hallowed joys!
Oh blind, that seeest
No equipoise!
Oh rash, that judgest
From half, the whole!
Oh base, that grudgest
Love's lightest dole!
Thy heart unbind,
Oh fool, oh blind!
Give me my place,
Oh rash, oh base!
Thy heart unbind,
Give me my place,
Oh fool, oh blind!
Oh rash, oh base!
Thy heart unbind,
Give me, give me my place,

CHORUS: If she's thy bride, restore her place,
Oh fool, oh blind, oh rash, oh base!

KAT.: Pink cheek, that rulest
Where wisdom serves!
Bright eye, that foolest
Heroic nerves!
Rose lip, that scornest
Loreladen years!
Smooth tongue, that warnest
Who rightly hears!
Thy doom is nigh,
Pink cheek, bright eye!
Thy knell is rung,
Rose lip, smooth tongue!
Thy doom is nigh,
Thy knell is rung,
Pink cheek, bright eye!
Rose lip, smooth tongue!
Thy doom is nigh,
Thy knell, thy knell is rung,

CHORUS: If true her tale, thy knell is rung,
Pink cheek, bright eye, rose lip, smooth tongue!
If true her tale, thy knell is rung,
If true her tale, thy knell is rung,
Thy knell is rung.

PITTI.: Away, nor prosecute your quest--
From our intention, well expressed,
You cannot turn us!
The state of your connubial views
Towards the person you accuse
Does not concern us!
For he's going to marry YumYum--
ALL: YumYum!
PITTI: Your anger pray bury,
For all will be merry,
I think you had better succumb--
ALL: Cumb, cumb!
PITTI: And join our expressions of glee.
On this subject I pray you be dumb--
ALL: Dumb, dumb.
PITTI.: You'll find there are many
Who'll wed for a penny--
The word for your guidance is "Mum"--
ALL: Mum, mum!
PITTI.: There's lots of good fish in the sea!

ALL: On this subject we pray you be dumb--
Dumb, dumb.
We think you had better succumb--
Cumb, cumb!
You'll find there are many
Who'll wed for a penny,
Who'll wed for a penny--
There are lots of good fish in the sea!
There are lots of good fish in the sea!
There's lots of good fish, good fish in the sea,
There's lots of good fish, good fish in the sea,
In the sea, in the sea,
In the sea, in the sea!

KAT. The hour of gladness
Is dead and gone;
In silent sadness
I live alone!
The hope I cherished
All lifeless lies,
And all has perished,
All has perished,
Save love, which never dies,
Save love, which never dies!
Oh, faithless one, this insult you shall rue!
In vain for mercy on your knees you'll sue.
I'll tear the mask from your disguising!

NANK.: Now comes the blow!
KAT.: Prepare yourselves for news surprising!
NANK.: How foil my foe?
KAT.: No minstrel he, despite bravado!
YUM.: Ha! ha! I know!
KAT.: He is the son of your--

ALL: O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to!
KAT.: In vain you interrupt with this tornado!
He is the only son of your--
ALL: O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to!
KAT.: I'll spoil--
ALL: O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to!
KAT.: Your gay gambado!
He is the son--
ALL: O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to!
KAT.: Of your--
ALL: O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to!
KAT.: The son of your--
ALL: O ni! bikkuri shakkuri to! oya! oya!

KAT.: Ye torrents roar!
Ye tempests howl!
Your wrath outpour
With angry growl!
Do ye your worst, my vengeance call
Shall rise triumphant over all!

ALL: We'll hear no more,
Illomened owl.
To joy we soar,
Despite your scowl!
The echoes of our festival
Shall rise triumphant over all!

KAT.: Prepare for woe,
Ye haughty lords,
At once I go
Mikadowards.

ALL: Away you go,
Collect your hordes;
Proclaim your woe
In dismal chords.

YUM.: We do not heed their dismal sound
NANKI.: For joy reigns ev'rywhere around.
YUM.: We do not heed their dismal sound
BOTH: For joy reigns ev'rywhere around.
The echoes of our festival
Shall rise triumphant over all!
NANKI.: Shall rise triumph...
YUM.: Shall rise triumphant,
BOTH: Triumphant over all,
Shall rise triumphant over all!
KAT.: My wrongs with vengeance shall be crowned!

ALL: We do not heed their dismal sound
For joy reigns ev'rywhere around.
We do not heed their dismal sound
For joy reigns ev'rywhere around.
We do not heed their dismal sound
For joy reigns ev'rywhere around.

By Arthur Sullivan
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No. 11 - Finale Act I
Lyrics
Yum-Yum
Pitti-Sing
Peep-Bo
Katisha
Nanki-Poo
Ko-Ko
Pooh-Bah
Sopranos
Contraltos
Tenors
Basses
Right Hand
Left Hand