(William Schwenck Gilbert)






Songs of a Savoyard. Proper Pride


The Sun, whose rays
Are all ablaze
   With ever-living glory,
Will not deny
His majesty
   He scorns to tell a story:
He wont exclaim,
I blush for shame,
   So kindly be indulgent,
But, fierce and bold,
In fiery gold,
   He glories all effulgent!

         I mean to rule the earth,
            As he the sky
         We really know our worth,
            The Sun and I!

Observe his flame,
That placid dame,
   The Moons Celestial Highness;
Theres not a trace
Upon her face
   Of diffidence or shyness:
She borrows light
That, through the night,
   Mankind may all acclaim her!
And, truth to tell,
She lights up well,
   So I, for one, dont blame her!

         Ah, pray make no mistake,
            We are not shy;
         Were very wide awake,
            The Moon and I!






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