The Seraglio a comic opera, in two acts: as performed at the Theatre-Royal in Covent-Garden [by Edward Thompson] |
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[What shall I do? Oh, la! Oh, la!]
What shall I do? Oh, la! Oh, la!
I am all over quite one Thaw;
I only saw an aged Yew,
Thro' which the Wind but whistling blew,
And thinking it a horrid Turk,
Who swore, he to the Wall would pin me;
For fear lest he should fall to Work,
I run as is the Dev'l was in me.
I am all over quite one Thaw;
I only saw an aged Yew,
Thro' which the Wind but whistling blew,
And thinking it a horrid Turk,
Who swore, he to the Wall would pin me;
For fear lest he should fall to Work,
I run as is the Dev'l was in me.
I am a very drowning Rat.
I dread each Breath of Air I hear.
I dare not look—Oh, Lord! What's that?—
I believe 'twas nothing but my Fear.
What Wretch would now be in my Coat?
This Frolic dearly we shall rue:
I feel the Bow-string at my Throat,
What shall I do?—What shall I do?
I dread each Breath of Air I hear.
I dare not look—Oh, Lord! What's that?—
I believe 'twas nothing but my Fear.
What Wretch would now be in my Coat?
This Frolic dearly we shall rue:
I feel the Bow-string at my Throat,
What shall I do?—What shall I do?
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