The Contrabandista, Act I: No. 10, Finale. Hail to the Ancient Hat! (All)
Donald Maxwell, The London Chorus, Geoffrey Moses, New London Orchestra, Richard Suart, Ronald Corp, Claire Rutter, Ashley Catling & Frances McCafferty
Classical
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Video musicale
Video musicale
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Donald Maxwell
Baritone
The London Chorus
Choir
Geoffrey Moses
Bass
New London Orchestra
Orchestra
Richard Suart
Baritone
Ronald Corp
Conductor
Claire Rutter
Soprano
Ashley Catling
Tenor
Frances McCafferty
Alto
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sir Francis Cowley Burnand
Lyrics
Sir Arthur Sullivan
Composer
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Inez: Slave, take my robe.
Vasquez: Obey her, ’tis our plan.
Mr Grigg: I am the most unfortunate young man.
Inez: The sacred Hat which all Ladrones know,
Bring forth, it on our Chief we now bestow.
Ladrones: Hail to the ancient Hat!
’Neath this our Chiefs have sat,
Kneel down upon the mat.
Hail! Hail! Ladrones.
Take it, O martial spouse!
Press it upon his brows;
May it his zeal arouse.
Viva Ladrones.
Mr Grigg: Of this old Hat, so old and worn,
The royalty I doubt;
Its regal mark, my friends, is gone,
Behold, its crown is out!
Ladrones: None but the Chief e’er saw
That the Hat had a flaw,
Wear it! It is the Law of the Ladrones.
With sword and pistol now your Chief surround.
He’s found and crown’d!
Mr Grigg: I say to myself, my dear friend Grigg,
If safe I return I’d rather dig;
And take to a farm with horse and carts,
Than follow the arts in foreign parts.
Happy again, away from Spain.
All: So care now departs from the robbers’ hearts,
And we’ll plunder the man coming home from the marts;
And we’ll feast on the grape and the little figs,
And caper and dance to the tune of gigues.
(We’ll) Dance a Round-about,
On the ground about,
All this sound about nothing at all.
Mr Grigg: So I’ll take to a farm with horse and carts,
And dispose of the produce at the principal marts;
And rear up my lot of little Griggs,
Who’ll lead us a life with their nursery rigs.
Rita: Yes, I am content to be
Free, or a captive, if with thee.
Inez: Do you think that he can,
For our plan, be the man,
For if not, tell me what you have got for a plan?
Not a word must be heard
By a third,
Only two are to know,
Say it low, ’tis between me and you.
José: I’ve made a vow, which I’ll not repeat now,
You’re aware when I swear, I do make such a row,
And to swear isn’t right, for a robber’s polite.
Let the day pass away and be happy tonight.
Both: Let the day pass away and be happy tonight.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Rita: Yes, I am content to be
Free, or a captive, if with thee.
Tomorrow shall set me free.
Vasquez: Fear not Rita, trust to me;
Tomorrow morn shall see thee free!
Mr Grigg: My spouse, my cows, my sows, ha! ha!
My spouse, and my cows, and my sows, ha! ha!
And my little, little, little pigs!
Chorus: His spouse, his vows, our rows, ha! ha!
His spouse, and his vows, and our rows, ha! ha!
And our merry, merry little gigues!
Written by: Sir Arthur Sullivan, Sir Francis Cowley Burnand
