Juanito: We’ll play it three. When we reach the word “grave” we all fall down flop. Come!
They take hands and dance round, singing:
Bells of Sevilla, Carmona, and all
Toll, toll, as we carry the pall
(Weep, doñas, weep.)
For Don Juan the fairy
(Chant miserere.)
The lovely and brave
Is cold in his grave.
They fall down.