See, at our feet they kneel;
Our hearts we cannot steel
Against the sad, sad tale of the lonely orphan boy.
King. The orphan boy!
Sam.The orphan boy!
All. The lonely orphan boy! Poor fellow!
[General comes down. Principals come down. Ladies rise.
Ensemble.
| General. | Girls (aside). | Pirates (aside). |
| I’m telling a terrible story, | He’s telling a terrible story, | If he’s telling a terrible story |
| But it doesn’t diminish my glory; | Which will tend to diminish his glory. | He shall die by a death that is gory, |
| For they would have taken my daughters | Though they would have taken his daughters | One of the cruellest slaughters |
| Over the billowy waters, | Over the billowy waters, | That ever were known in these waters; |
| If I hadn’t, in elegant diction. | It’s easy, in elegant diction, | And we’ll finish his moral affliction |
| Indulged in an innocent fiction; | To call it an innocent fiction; | By a very complete malediction, |
| Which is not in the same category | But it comes in the same category | As a compliment valedictory, |
| As a regular terrible story. | As a regular terrible story. | If he’s telling a terrible story. |