No. 14 - Madrigal

Lyrics by Paul A. Rubens

[Tenor:] Life inside a Dutch distillery
Does not leave much time for play;
[1st. Baritone:] Here and there, like dull artillery
[Both:] On we tramp the live-long day.
[Baritones:] Though devoted to our master,
[All:] Ev'ry laggard he'll dismiss;
But it's hard to walk much faster
When you carry things like this.
[Baritones:] Bottles, bottles, Bottles, bottles,
[All:] That's our daily roundelay!
[Baritones:] Bottles, bottles, Bottles, bottles,
[All:] Bottles all the live-long day!
Bottles, bottles, Bottles, bottles,
Though quite muscular and strong,
One gets tired of fetching bottles,
Blessed bottles all day long!
[Tenor:] Bottles, bottles,
[Baritones:] Bottles, bottles,
[Bass:] Bottles, bottles,
[All:] Bottles, bottles...
One gets tired of fetching bottles,
Blessed bottles all day long!