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!
(Sung)
Time to try our festive song
Last time flew before the day came
Lime jelly!
Pink flageolet!
Cediged, cediged!
With icing on!
All stand neatly in a row
Head back with the song
One deep breath and off we go
Jiggle tart!
Sausage in rolls!
Trifle, trifle!
In a big bowl!
Food comes later
First is singing
Glory to our new making
Try to be so well kept and clean
Attention now, no fidgeting
There is dough, one and two and
When I reach two, you have to be a goat
To start on the beat of three
Cheesy straws!
Animal′s ears!
One and two and
Glory to our new making!
Oh, what a noise!
That's much too shrill and puerile
You should just try to get still
One and two and
Glory to our new making!
Albert, ale you?
Not ale, my dears
The word is hail
A clear, crisp note from an open throat
Hail, it′s on your edges
In the throat, the piths and
Albert, hail, oh hail, we sing
Too many now, but that must do
Try the next time, fervently through
Sing with fire, beginning on la
You'll be higher, your note is la
Do, re, mi, fa, so, la
Each sing a voice, tied up in
In happy song, verb loud
Oh, hurry, this is where you always go wrong
Just follow sis, she'll help you along
Please teacher, I′ve got a slight
Excuse me, sorry
Don′t take too long
Our song must begin
Exactly on the top of the E
I don't think you ought
Stop spoiling the fun
Is this where he′s 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, get it all, fill up the rest
We stand at the side
That′ll be best
Come along, come along!
(Sung)
Time to try our festive song
Last time flew before the day came
Lime jelly!
Pink flageolet!
Cediged, cediged!
With icing on!
All stand neatly in a row
Head back with the song
One deep breath and off we go
Jiggle tart!
Sausage in rolls!
Trifle, trifle!
In a big bowl!
Food comes later
First is singing
Glory to our new making
Try to be so well kept and clean
Attention now, no fidgeting
There is dough, one and two and
When I reach two, you have to be a goat
To start on the beat of three
Cheesy straws!
Animal′s ears!
One and two and
Glory to our new making!
Oh, what a noise!
That's much too shrill and puerile
You should just try to get still
One and two and
Glory to our new making!
Albert, ale you?
Not ale, my dears
The word is hail
A clear, crisp note from an open throat
Hail, it′s on your edges
In the throat, the piths and
Albert, hail, oh hail, we sing
Too many now, but that must do
Try the next time, fervently through
Sing with fire, beginning on la
You'll be higher, your note is la
Do, re, mi, fa, so, la
Each sing a voice, tied up in
In happy song, verb loud
Oh, hurry, this is where you always go wrong
Just follow sis, she'll help you along
Please teacher, I′ve got a slight
Excuse me, sorry
Don′t take too long
Our song must begin
Exactly on the top of the E
I don't think you ought
Stop spoiling the fun
Is this where he′s 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, get it all, 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
