No. 7 - Chorus - "Hail! the King." Lyrics by Adrian Ross

[Girls:] Hark to the blast of the trumpet,
Hark to the beat of the drum!
That is the way that they thump it
When the King's body-guards come.
Look at the gold on the banner,
Look at the flash of the sword,
Greet in a suitable manner
Our most magnificent lord!
[Gardeners:] Drop the spade and barrow,
Drop the wat'ring pot,
[Girls:] The wat'ring pot,
[Gardeners:] Quicker than an arrow,
Quicker than a shot.
[Girls:] A rifle shot.
[Ensemble:] Leave the sad begonias
Lonely to their fate,
Welcome here Cadonia's
Monarch good and great.
Hail, hail to the King,
Hail to the King!
[Guards:] Hail to Cadonia's monarch we shout,
Loud let harmonious greeting ring out!
Though wicked enemies snake-like may sting,
Vain all their venom is;
Long love the King.
[All:] Valiant and virtuous,
Noble of mind,
Meaning no hurt to us
Clement and kind,
Well has he merited everything
That he inherited--
Long live the King!
Long live the King, the King!
Long live the King!