No. 18 - Supper Chorus

Lyrics by Frederick Fenn

[Chorus:] Come to supper let's repair,
Dancing gives a zest, a zest
For the viands rich and rare,
Nimble feet must rest, must rest.
Gaily have the hours flown,
Imper, imperceptibly,
Light, fantastic bliss unknown,
Light, fantastic bliss unknown.
Sweetest melody, the table gay
O with justice claims
Our mortal frames,
Away, away, away, away, away,
away, away, away, away, away.
O sweetest melody, the table gay
O with justice claims
Our mortal frames,
Away, away, away, away, away,
away, away, away, away, away.
The table gay with justice claims
Our mortal frames away, away, away.
[Music for change of scene.]