No. 9 - Solo - Laski and Guards - "The Barber." Lyrics by Adrian Ross

[Laski:] Barber, you are shaving
Now our gracious king.
Mind how you're behaving,
It's a serious thing!
Here around behold them,
Soldiers brave and tall.
I may say I told them
They must load with ball!
[Guards:] We must load with ball!
[Laski:] So beware and have a care,
All dark designs disowning,
Or the arbour green will see the scene
Of the arbour barber moaning.
[Basses:] Of the arbour barber, barber moaning,
[Others:] Pray beware and have a care,
All dark designs disowning,
Or the arbour green will see the scene
Of the arbour barber moaning, moaning.

[Laski:] When he makes his lather,
Keep him well in sight;
Round the soap-dish gather
Scenting dynamite!
If the King's carotid
The assassin slits,
Let your weapons shotted
Blow him into bits.
[Guards:] Blow him into bits.
[Laski:] Slips, my friend, will bring an end
For all your crimes atoning,
And the pistols round will drown the sound
Of the arbour barber moaning.
[Basses:] Of the arbour barber, barber moaning,
[Others:] Slips, my friend, will bring an end
For all your crimes atoning,
And the pistols round will drown the sound
Of the arbour barber moaning, moaning.