| [00:10] | Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show; |
| [00:16] | But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. |
| [00:21] | This man is Pyramus, if you would know; |
| [00:26] | This beauteous lady Thisby is certain. |
| [00:43] | By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn |
| [00:47] | Met at a tomb to woo by pale moonlight. |
| [00:50] | This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name, |
| [00:55] | The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, |
| [01:00] | Did scare away, or rather did affright... |
| [01:04] | If we offend, we've got good will, |
| [01:07] | If we are crude, our measure's plain |
| [01:10] | Our true intent is your delight |
| [01:12] | It's merry, tragical and brief... |
| [01:18] | Oh Pyramus...Pyramus...loved Thisby |
| [01:27] | And as she fled, her mantle she did fall, |
| [01:31] | Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain, |
| [01:34] | Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, |
| [01:38] | And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain, |
| [01:44] | Da da da da da da da da da da |
| [01:49] | Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade,“ |
| [01:52] | He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast, |
| [01:55] | Thus he died, |
| [01:56] | He died, he died, |
| [01:58] | His soul in the sky... |
| [02:00] | Now Thisby's passion ends the play in tears, |
| [02:03] | Asleep, My Dear? |
| [02:04] | What, Dead, My Dove? Arise! |
| [02:06] | Tongue not a word, |
| [02:07] | Come blade my breast imbrue, |
| [02:08] | Thus Thisby end, adieu, adieu, |
| [02:11] | Adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, |
| [02:17] | If we offend, we've got good will, |
| [02:19] | If we our crude, our measure's plain |
| [02:22] | Our true intent is your delight |
| [02:24] | It's merry, tragical and brief... |
| [02:28] | Oh Pyramus...Pyramus...loved Thisby |
| [02:38] | Da da da da da da da da da da |
| [02:44] | Oh Pyramus...Pyramus...loved Thisby |
| [00:10] | Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show |
| [00:16] | But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. |
| [00:21] | This man is Pyramus, if you would know |
| [00:26] | This beauteous lady Thisby is certain. |
| [00:43] | By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn |
| [00:47] | Met at a tomb to woo by pale moonlight. |
| [00:50] | This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name, |
| [00:55] | The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, |
| [01:00] | Did scare away, or rather did affright... |
| [01:04] | If we offend, we' ve got good will, |
| [01:07] | If we are crude, our measure' s plain |
| [01:10] | Our true intent is your delight |
| [01:12] | It' s merry, tragical and brief... |
| [01:18] | Oh Pyramus... Pyramus... loved Thisby |
| [01:27] | And as she fled, her mantle she did fall, |
| [01:31] | Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain, |
| [01:34] | Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, |
| [01:38] | And finds his trusty Thisby' s mantle slain, |
| [01:44] | Da da da da da da da da da da |
| [01:49] | Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade," |
| [01:52] | He bravely broach' d his boiling bloody breast, |
| [01:55] | Thus he died, |
| [01:56] | He died, he died, |
| [01:58] | His soul in the sky... |
| [02:00] | Now Thisby' s passion ends the play in tears, |
| [02:03] | Asleep, My Dear? |
| [02:04] | What, Dead, My Dove? Arise! |
| [02:06] | Tongue not a word, |
| [02:07] | Come blade my breast imbrue, |
| [02:08] | Thus Thisby end, adieu, adieu, |
| [02:11] | Adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, |
| [02:17] | If we offend, we' ve got good will, |
| [02:19] | If we our crude, our measure' s plain |
| [02:22] | Our true intent is your delight |
| [02:24] | It' s merry, tragical and brief... |
| [02:28] | Oh Pyramus... Pyramus... loved Thisby |
| [02:38] | Da da da da da da da da da da |
| [02:44] | Oh Pyramus... Pyramus... loved Thisby |
| [00:10] | Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show |
| [00:16] | But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. |
| [00:21] | This man is Pyramus, if you would know |
| [00:26] | This beauteous lady Thisby is certain. |
| [00:43] | By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn |
| [00:47] | Met at a tomb to woo by pale moonlight. |
| [00:50] | This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name, |
| [00:55] | The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, |
| [01:00] | Did scare away, or rather did affright... |
| [01:04] | If we offend, we' ve got good will, |
| [01:07] | If we are crude, our measure' s plain |
| [01:10] | Our true intent is your delight |
| [01:12] | It' s merry, tragical and brief... |
| [01:18] | Oh Pyramus... Pyramus... loved Thisby |
| [01:27] | And as she fled, her mantle she did fall, |
| [01:31] | Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain, |
| [01:34] | Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, |
| [01:38] | And finds his trusty Thisby' s mantle slain, |
| [01:44] | Da da da da da da da da da da |
| [01:49] | Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade," |
| [01:52] | He bravely broach' d his boiling bloody breast, |
| [01:55] | Thus he died, |
| [01:56] | He died, he died, |
| [01:58] | His soul in the sky... |
| [02:00] | Now Thisby' s passion ends the play in tears, |
| [02:03] | Asleep, My Dear? |
| [02:04] | What, Dead, My Dove? Arise! |
| [02:06] | Tongue not a word, |
| [02:07] | Come blade my breast imbrue, |
| [02:08] | Thus Thisby end, adieu, adieu, |
| [02:11] | Adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, |
| [02:17] | If we offend, we' ve got good will, |
| [02:19] | If we our crude, our measure' s plain |
| [02:22] | Our true intent is your delight |
| [02:24] | It' s merry, tragical and brief... |
| [02:28] | Oh Pyramus... Pyramus... loved Thisby |
| [02:38] | Da da da da da da da da da da |
| [02:44] | Oh Pyramus... Pyramus... loved Thisby |
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