A Party Of Lovers By John Keats

[Orchestral Intro] [Female Soprano] Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs, Or else forget the purpose of the night, Forget their tea, forget their appetite. See with cross'd arms they sit, ah! happy crew, The fire is going out and no one rings For coals, and therefore no coals Betty brings. A fly is in the milk-pot, must he die By a humane society? [Male Tenor] No, no; there Mr. Werter takes his spoon, Inserts it, dips the handle, and lo! soon The little straggler, sav'd from perils dark, Across the teaboard draws a long wet mark. [Female Soprano and Male Tenor Duet Together] Arise! take snuffers by the handle, There's a large cauliflower in each candle. A winding-sheet, ah me! I must away To No. 7, just beyond the circus gay. [Male Tenor] 'Alas, my friend! your coat sits very well; Where may your tailor live?' 'I may not tell. O pardon me, I'm absent now and then. Where might my tailor live? I say again I cannot tell, let me no more be teaz'd, He lives in Wapping, might live where he pleas'd.' [Duet] Tis' was a tale, not lost by time's ordain, A Party Of Lovers, now Public Domain, Lovingly, jokingly, wonderfully penned, penned by the hand of Poet John Keats. [Orchestral Outro]