[MILES]
Sound the flute,
Blow the horn,
Pluck the lute,
Forward, mourn!
[MOURNERS]
Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh...
[MILES]
Ah!
[MOURNERS]
Ah!
[MILES]
All Crete was at her feet,
All Thrace was in her thrall,
All Sparta loved her sweetness, and Gaul--
[PSEUDOLUS]
And Spain--
[MILES]
And Greece--
[PSEUDOLUS]
And Egypt--
[MILES]
And Syria--
[PSEUDOLUS]
And Mesopotamia--
[MOURNERS]
All Crete was at her feet,
All Thrace was in her thrall,
Oh, why should such a blossom fall?
[MILES]
Speak the spells,
Strum the lyre,
Toll the bells,
Light the pyre.
[MOURNERS]
Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh...
[MILES]
All Crete was at her feet,
But I shall weep no more.
I'll find my consolation as before,
Among the simple pleasures of war!
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[MILES]
Sound the flute,
Blow the horn,
Pluck the lute,
Forward, mourn!
[MOURNERS]
Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh...
[MILES]
Ah!
[MOURNERS]
Ah!
[MILES]
All Crete was at her feet,
All Thrace was in her thrall,
All Sparta loved her sweetness, and Gaul--
[PSEUDOLUS]
And Spain--
[MILES]
And Greece--
[PSEUDOLUS]
And Egypt--
[MILES]
And Syria--
[PSEUDOLUS]
And Mesopotamia--
[MOURNERS]
All Crete was at her feet,
All Thrace was in her thrall,
Oh, why should such a blossom fall?
[MILES]
Speak the spells,
Strum the lyre,
Toll the bells,
Light the pyre.
[MOURNERS]
Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh...
[MILES]
All Crete was at her feet,
But I shall weep no more.
I'll find my consolation as before,
Among the simple pleasures of war!
Sound the flute,
Blow the horn,
Pluck the lute,
Forward, mourn!
[MOURNERS]
Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh...
[MILES]
Ah!
[MOURNERS]
Ah!
[MILES]
All Crete was at her feet,
All Thrace was in her thrall,
All Sparta loved her sweetness, and Gaul--
[PSEUDOLUS]
And Spain--
[MILES]
And Greece--
[PSEUDOLUS]
And Egypt--
[MILES]
And Syria--
[PSEUDOLUS]
And Mesopotamia--
[MOURNERS]
All Crete was at her feet,
All Thrace was in her thrall,
Oh, why should such a blossom fall?
[MILES]
Speak the spells,
Strum the lyre,
Toll the bells,
Light the pyre.
[MOURNERS]
Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh...
[MILES]
All Crete was at her feet,
But I shall weep no more.
I'll find my consolation as before,
Among the simple pleasures of war!