No. 7 - Finale to the Prologue Lyrics by Frank Pixley

[Chorus:] Come, lads and lassies,
fill up your glasses,
Let's frolic while yet we may,
For time is flying and love is sighing.
'Tis folly to trust delay.
Tomorrow we'll die; let's live today.
So here's to the girl that's true.
To the one who's pretty and wise and witty
I drink from my heart to you.
[Indians:] To-wa gale-lay-a
Riong dong-wa,
To-wa gale-lay-a Riong dong...
[Soldiers:] While we're fighting like a lion,
we're fleeced like a lamb.
We're never paid a penny
and the government's a sham,
[Indians:] ...gale-laya
[Soldiers:] We now declare with emphasis,
Goodbye, New Amsterdam,
Goodbye, New Amsterdam, dam, dam...
[Dutch Girls:] Come, lads and lassies,
fill up your glasses...
[Soldiers:] We're never paid a penny
and the government's a sham,
[Indians:] ...gale-laya
[Dutch Girls:] Come, lads and lassies,
fill up your glasses...
Let's frolic while yet we may,
[Indians:] ...gale-laya
[Soldiers:] We now declare with emphasis,
Goodbye, New Amsterdam,
Goodbye, New Amsterdam, dam, dam...
[Dutch Girls:] Come, lads and lassies,
fill up your glasses...
Let's frolic while yet we may,
[Indians:] ...gale-laya
[Dutch Girls:] Come, lads and lassies,
fill up your glasses...
Let's frolic while yet we may.
[Indians:] To-wa gale-lay-a
To-wa gale-lay-a
Riong dong-wa, Riong dong-wa,
[All:] To-wa.