No. 18 - Chorus - "What noise was that?" Lyrics by B. C. Stephenson

[Chorus:] What noise was that
waking us from our slumbers?
What to goodness caused such a clatter?
Hand joined to hand-- safety there is in numbers,
Let us find out what is the matter.
[Bantam:] Help! Help! I'm almost dead!
[Chorus:] Come! Come! Raise up his head!
[Wilder:] Help! Help! I'm almost dead!
[Chorus:] Lift up his Grace's head!
[Dorothy:] Oh, father, what a dreadful sight,
To see you in so sad a plight!
[Chorus:] Oh! what a sight!
[Dorothy & Lydia:] And see, most shocking to relate!
His Grace has met the self-same fate!
[Chorus:] Too shocking, quite!
[Dorothy, Lydia, Bantam & Sherwood:] Oh! what a night!
[Chorus:] Daring a death to plunder?
[Dorothy, Lydia, Bantam & Sherwood:] Too shocking, quite!
[Chorus:] What's coming next, we wonder?
[Dorothy, Lydia, Bantam & Sherwood:] Oh! what a night!
[Chorus:] Oh! what a sight!
[Dorothy, Lydia, Bantam & Sherwood:] Too shocking,
shocking, quite!
[Chorus:] Too shocking, quite!
[Dorothy, Lydia, Bantam & Sherwood:] Oh! what a....
[Chorus:] Oh! what a night!
[Bantam:] My money's safe!
[Chorus:] How very strange!
[Bantam:] Yes, not a penny missing!
[Wilder:] Ah!
[Bantam:] Not one!
[Wilder:] Speak! What is it?
[Lurcher:] Your Grace, I fear----
[Chorus:] Ah!
[Lurcher:] 'As been robbed!
[Chorus:] Oh!
[Sherwood:] They've got the swag?
[Lurcher:] Yes, taken ev'ry mag.
[Sherwood:] See, not one shilling left!
[Wilder:] Of ev'rything bereft!
[Bantam:] The sum must be repaid at any cost!
[Chorus:] Pray mention what amount your Grace has lost.
[Lurcher:] The sum amounts to eighty pounds,
Perhaps a little more, sir,
And as a 'ost, I think you're bound
The money to restore, sir.
[Chorus:] Pray take the guineas, he feels bound
The money to restore, sir.
[Wilder:] Well then, I take the money as a loan.
[Dorothy, Lydia, Bantam & Sherwood:] His Grace, we own,
Accepts the loan, with such a tone
That one would feel inclined to think the gold was all his own.
[Chorus:] His Grace, we own,
Accepts the loan, with such a tone
That one would feel inclined to think the gold was all his own.
[Sherwood:] And when his Grace returns this way
The money he is sure to pay.
[Wilder:] I'm much afraid it won't be paid,
[Lurcher & Sherwood:] Of course, the loan will be repaid!
[Dorothy:] Hark! I hear the quarter chime!
[Lydia:] What on earth can be the time?
[Dorothy:] Midnight not long past be sure,
[Dorothy & Lydia:] Why, the clock is striking four!
[Bantam:] Once more to slumber!
[Chorus:] We must all to bed again,
[Sherwood:] Once more to slumber,
[Chorus:] Till the sun shines through the pane,
[Dorothy, Lydia, Wilder & Sherwood:] And the bright
Morning light Brings the day again.
And the bright Morning light
Brings the day again.
[Chorus:] Brings us day again,
We must all to...
[Dorothy & Lydia:] Hark! I hear the quarter chime!
[Chorus:] We must all to...
[Dorothy & Lydia:] Off to bed it is now time.
[Chorus:] We must all to...
[Dorothy & Lydia:] Then it is the half hour chime,
[Chorus:] We must all to...
[Dorothy & Lydia:] Yes, the clock is striking four,
[Sherwood & Bantam:] Once more to slumber,
[Chorus:] We must all to bed again,
[Sherwood & Bantam:] Once more to slumber!
[Chorus:] We must all to bed again,
[Dorothy, Lydia, Wilder & Sherwood:] Till the bright
Morning light Brings the day again.
[Dorothy:] Till the bright
Morning light Brings day again.
[Chorus:] We must all to bed,
[Dorothy, Lydia, Wilder & Sherwood:] Till the bright
Morning light Brings the day again.
[Ensemble:] Till the bright
Morning light Brings day again.
Till the bright Morning light
Brings the day again.