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DON ALHAMBRA:

Do not give way to this uncalled-for grief,

Your separation will be very brief.

To ascertain which is the King

And which the other,

To Barataria's Court I'll bring

His foster-mother;

Her former nurseling to declare

She'll be delighted.

That settled, let each happy pair

Be reunited.

MARCO, GIUSEPPE, GIANETTA, TESSA:

Viva! His argument is strong!

Viva! We'll not be parted long!

Viva! It will be settled soon!

Viva! Then comes our honeymoon!

Viva! Viva! Viva!

(Exit Don Alhambra.)

GIANETTA:

Then one of us will be a Queen,

And sit on a golden throne,

With a crown instead

Of a hat on her head,

And diamonds all her own!

With a beautiful robe of gold and green,

I've always understood;

I wonder whether

She'd wear a feather?

I rather think she should!

ALL:

Oh, 'tis a glorious thing, I ween,

To be a regular Royal Queen!

No half-and-half affair, I mean,

No half-and-half affair,

But a right-down regular, regular, regular, regular Royal Queen!

MARCO:

She'll drive about in a carriage and pair,

With the King on her left-hand side,

And a milk-white horse,

As a matter of course,

Whenever she wants to ride!

With beautiful silver shoes to wear

Upon her dainty feet;

With endless stocks

Of beautiful frocks

And as much as she wants to eat!

ALL:

Oh, 'tis a glorious thing, I ween,

To be a regular Royal Queen!

No half-and-half affair, I mean,

No half-and-half affair,

But a right-down regular, regular, regular, regular Royal Queen!

TESSA:

Whenever she condescends to walk,

Be sure she'll shine at that,

With her haughty stare

And her nose in the air,

Like a well-born aristocrat!

At elegant high society talk

She'll bear away the bell,

With her "How de do?"

And her "How are you?"

And "I trust I see you well!"

ALL:

Oh, 'tis a glorious thing, I ween,

To be a regular Royal Queen!

No half-and-half affair, I mean,

No half-and-half affair,

But a right-down regular, regular, regular, regular Royal Queen!

GIUSEPPE:

And noble lords will scrape and bow,

And double themselves in two,

And open their eyes

In blank surprise

At whatever she likes to do.

And everybody will roundly vow

She's fair as flowers in May,

And say, "How clever!"

At whatsoever

She condescends to say!

ALL:

Oh, 'tis a glorious thing, I ween,

To be a regular Royal Queen!

No half-and-half affair, I mean,

No half-and-half affair,

But a right-down regular, regular, regular, regular Royal Queen!

Oh, 'tis a glorious thing, I ween,

To be a regular Royal Queen!

A right-down regular Roy'l, Roy'l Queen!

(Enter Chorus of Gondoliers and Contadine.)

CHORUS:

Now, pray, what is the cause of this remarkable hilarity?

This sudden ebullition of unmitigated jollity?

Has anybody blessed you with a sample of his charity?

Or have you been adopted by a gentleman of quality?