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No. 25: SONG (Arac)
"This helmet, I suppose"
| Arac. |
This helmet, I suppose,
Was meant to ward off blows,
It's very hot
And weighs a lot,
As many a guardsman knows,
As many a guardsman knows,
As many a guardsman knows,
As many a guardsman knows,
So off, so off that helmet goes. |
| (Giving their helmets to attendants.) |
| Chorus. |
Yes, yes, yes,
So off that helmet goes! |
| Arac. |
This tight-fitting cuirass
Is but a useless mass,
It's made of steel,
And weighs a deal,
This tight-fitting cuirass
Is but a useless mass,
A man is but an ass
Who fights in a cuirass,
So off, so off goes that cuirass. |
| (Removing cuirasses.) |
| Chorus. |
Yes, yes, yes,
So off goes that cuirass! |
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| Arac. |
These brassets, truth to tell,
May look uncommon well,
But in a fight
They're much too tight,
They're like a lobster shell,
They're like a lobster shell! |
| (Removing their brassets) |
| Chorus. |
Yes, yes, yes,
They're like a lobster shell. |
| Arac. |
| These things I treat the same |
| (Indicating leg pieces.) |
(I quite forget their name.)
They turn one's legs
To cribbage pegs —
Their aid I thus disclaim,
Their aid I thus disclaim,
Though I forget their name,
Though I forget their name,
Their aid, their aid I thus disclaim! |
| All. |
Yes, yes, yes,
Their aid I thus disclaim! |
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They remove their leg pieces and wear close-fitting shape suits.
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8 February, 2006
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