[Knickerbocker:]
Oh! you incense, you madden me.
So! now, I'll lock you up, you see!
Or to my lord you'll married be.
Yes, I'll lock you in a cell,
As deep as a petroleum well.
[Violet:]
Oh! you incense, you madden me.
No! you'll ne'er lock me up, you see!
Nor to my lord you'll marry me.
You'll ne'er lock me in a cell,
As deep as a petroleum well.
[Rufus & Tourists:]
Law abiding brigands bold are we!
Imported free of duty 'cross the sea.
Down from our inaccessible steeps,
We come to succor a maiden who weeps.
Yes, from our fastnesses past
Purgatory, Spouting rock,
Dumpling's in leaky old dory,
Come we for maiden who weeps; sad, sad story.
Yes, we'll come here thus for ever,
Guard thee, watch thee, thee we'll bore,
Boring, pouring threats for ever,
Haunting, daunting ever more.
[Violet:]
Oh, brave brigands many thanks, Ah! yes,
Although your efforts have proved unavailing.
[Alvin:]
Yes, brigands, we thank you,
not withstanding the defeat we're now bewailing.
Yes! Yes! brigands we thank you all.