Listen to The Beggar's Opera (Ed. Bonynge & Gamley), Act II: When You Censure the Age by Dame Joan Sutherland, Stafford Dean, National Philharmonic Orchestra & Richard Bonynge

The Beggar's Opera (Ed. Bonynge & Gamley), Act II: When You Censure the Age

Dame Joan Sutherland, Stafford Dean, National Philharmonic Orchestra & Richard Bonynge

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Dame Joan Sutherland

Dame Joan Sutherland

Soprano

Stafford Dean

Bass

National Philharmonic Orchestra

National Philharmonic Orchestra

Orchestra

Richard Bonynge

Richard Bonynge

Conductor

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Johann Christoph Pepusch

Johann Christoph Pepusch

Composer

John Gay

Songwriter

Richard Bonynge

Richard Bonynge

Adapter

Douglas Gamley

Orchestrator

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Andrew Cornall

Producer

Stanley Goodall

Stanley Goodall

Balance Engineer

James Lock

Balance Engineer

Lyrics

If the heart of a man is depressed with cares

The mist is dispell'd when a maid appears

Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly

Raises the spirits and charms our ears

If the heart of a man is depressed with cares

The mist is dispell'd when a maid appears

Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly

Raises the spirits and charms our ears

Roses and lilies her cheeks disclose

But her liped lips are more sweet than rose

Press'd, caress'd with blisses, her kisses

Dissolves in pleasure and soft repose

Roses and lilies her cheeks disclose

But her liped lips are more sweet than rose

Press'd, caress'd with blisses, her kisses

Dissolves in pleasure and soft repose

I must have women; there is nothing

Unbends the mind like them. Drawer!

Coming, sir!

Is the porter gone for all the ladies, according to my directions?

I expect him back every minute; but you know, sir, you sent

Him as far as Hockley-in-the-Hole for three of the ladies

For one in Vinegar Yard; and for the rest of them, somewhere

About Lukener's Lane. Sure, some of them are below, for I hear

The barbell. As they come, I will show them up. Coming! Coming!

Dear ladies, you are all welcome!

Captain Macheath, your servant!

Good day, dear gallant captain!

But hark, I hear music; the harper is at the door

If music be the food of love, play on. Ere you

Seat yourselves, ladies, what think you of a dance?

Written by: Johann Christoph Pepusch, John Gay

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