[Deader motif.]
Not too far from Dairt’ Ayvennoo!
Moozeek is dead.
[Slightly-decomposed motif.]
Vogner has voggled his vog.
Chorus.
Vait till the vind of the Vinter,
Vistling through Verdi’s viskers,
Vailfully vails for Vogner,
Vailing in vain!
Trionfo da Monk’.
Chorus.
Strewing flow’rs along the way,
Strewing flow’rs along the way,
Thus the Duca della Monka-
Tanka-Shina-Fivacenta
Comes unto these halls to-day.
The Duke. [recitativo.]