Albert Herring, op. 39, Act 2: Quickly! Quickly, come along! Songtext
von Benjamin Britten
Albert Herring, op. 39, Act 2: Quickly! Quickly, come along! Songtext
Quickly, quickly
Come along
Come along
Time to fly our festive song, our festive song
Last time through before the big job
Lime and jelly
Pink plum
Silly game, silly game, with icing all
All stand neatly in a row
Head back with a smile
One deep breath and off we go
Jiggle tart
Sausage in rolls
Try, try, in a big bowl
Food comes later
First this scene
Glory to our new making
Try to keep the milk in the ring
Attention now
No fidgeting
There is do
One and two and...
Ah!
Oh!
When I reach two, you have to be a goat to start on the beat of three
Cheese in hand
Cheese straws
Hand was a pen
One and two and...
Glory to our new making
Oh, oh, what a noise
Oh, what a noise
That′s much too shrill and pithy
You should just try to get still
One and two and...
Glory to our new making
Albert, ale you- Not ale, my dears
Not ale, my dears
The word is hail
A clean crisp note from an open throat
Hail
It's up your edges in the proper places
Albert, hail
Oh, hail we sing
Albert, hail
Oh, hail
Too many now but ten must do
Try the next lines fervently through
Sing with fire beginning on fa
You′ll be higher
Your note is la
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la
Each single voice- Oh, each single voice tries
Each single voice tries
In happy song, happy song
In happy song but loud?
Oh, Harry, this is where you always go wrong
Just follow sis
She'll help you along
Please, teacher
I'll go over to that side
Excuse me
I′ll go over there
You don′t take too long
Our song must begin
Exactly on the coming in
I don't think you ought
Stop spoiling the fun
Is this really sitting?
The right-handed one
Then you begin filling the glasses all up
While I add a drop to His Majesty′s cup
Don't give him too much
He mustn′t get tight
Just loosen him up and make him feel bright
I think that's all right
Now, add lemonade
It′s much the same shade
Now no one can smell
There's rum in as well
Excepting for Albert
And he'll never tell
Quick, Gail
Fill up the rest
We stand at the side
That′ll be best
Come along
Come along
Time to fly our festive song, our festive song
Last time through before the big job
Lime and jelly
Pink plum
Silly game, silly game, with icing all
All stand neatly in a row
Head back with a smile
One deep breath and off we go
Jiggle tart
Sausage in rolls
Try, try, in a big bowl
Food comes later
First this scene
Glory to our new making
Try to keep the milk in the ring
Attention now
No fidgeting
There is do
One and two and...
Ah!
Oh!
When I reach two, you have to be a goat to start on the beat of three
Cheese in hand
Cheese straws
Hand was a pen
One and two and...
Glory to our new making
Oh, oh, what a noise
Oh, what a noise
That′s much too shrill and pithy
You should just try to get still
One and two and...
Glory to our new making
Albert, ale you- Not ale, my dears
Not ale, my dears
The word is hail
A clean crisp note from an open throat
Hail
It's up your edges in the proper places
Albert, hail
Oh, hail we sing
Albert, hail
Oh, hail
Too many now but ten must do
Try the next lines fervently through
Sing with fire beginning on fa
You′ll be higher
Your note is la
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la
Each single voice- Oh, each single voice tries
Each single voice tries
In happy song, happy song
In happy song but loud?
Oh, Harry, this is where you always go wrong
Just follow sis
She'll help you along
Please, teacher
I'll go over to that side
Excuse me
I′ll go over there
You don′t take too long
Our song must begin
Exactly on the coming in
I don't think you ought
Stop spoiling the fun
Is this really sitting?
The right-handed one
Then you begin filling the glasses all up
While I add a drop to His Majesty′s cup
Don't give him too much
He mustn′t get tight
Just loosen him up and make him feel bright
I think that's all right
Now, add lemonade
It′s much the same shade
Now no one can smell
There's rum in as well
Excepting for Albert
And he'll never tell
Quick, Gail
Fill up the rest
We stand at the side
That′ll be best
Writer(s): Benjamin Britten, Eric Crozier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
