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Sullivan: The Contrabandista, Act II: No. 4, Trio. Who'd to Be Robber-Chief Aspire...
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Donald Maxwell
Donald Maxwell
Bariton
Richard Suart
Richard Suart
Bariton
New London Orchestra
New London Orchestra
Orchester
Frances McCafferty
Frances McCafferty
Altistin
Ronald Corp
Ronald Corp
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Sir Francis Cowley Burnand
Sir Francis Cowley Burnand
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Sir Arthur Sullivan
Sir Arthur Sullivan
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Lyrics

Inez: Silence!
José: Silence!
Mr Grigg: Silence!
Inez and José: Silence!
Mr Grigg: May I ask what you mean?
José: Listen, Chieftain, to the Queen!
Inez: You wear the Captain’s hat,
Mr Grigg: I do.
José: You do.
Inez: The Captain’s sword and pistols.
Mr Grigg: True.
José: The Captain’s coat and trousers, too,
You’ve stepped into the Captain’s shoes.
Mr Grigg: And let me stop you for a bit,
But to complain that they don’t fit.
Were this suit from the tailor’s shears,
Had Grigg appear’d as Grigg appears,
No coin from me should grace his till,
Unpaid should be that tailor’s bill.
Inez and José: Wear this suit from the robber’s shears!
Our Chief appears as he appear’d,
The hero see, his place to fill;
For him will we plot! rob! and kill!
Inez: Would he were here!
Mr Grigg: My tailor?
Inez: No, sir; he who was my spouse.
Mr Grigg: I perfectly agree.
Inez: But to the point; you’ve got a pair of hands!
Mr Grigg: What can I do? Your wishes are commands.
I think it quite as well to be polite,
Though of my beating heart I hear the thud.
If I can do anything for you, name it,
Inez: I want –
José: We want –
Mr Grigg: What?
Both: Blood!
José: Who’d to be Robber-Chief aspire,
Of that man we all require
Deeds of daring, words of fire!
Drink! Drink! Drink!
Inez: Who would press me to his side,
Call the Robber-Queen his bride,
Deeds of blood must be his pride!
Drink! Drink! Drink!
Mr Grigg: See, my mother, and my sire,
What they of your son require;
I from deeds and words of fire!
Shrink! Shrink! Shrink!
Written by: Sir Arthur Sullivan, Sir Francis Cowley Burnand
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