Then, Frederic, let your escort lion-hearted
Be summoned to receive a general’s blessing,
Ere they depart upon their dread adventure.
Fred. Dear sir, they come.
Enter Police, marching in double file. Form in line facing audience.
Song.—Sergeant.
When the foeman bares his steel,
Tarantara! tarantara!
We uncomfortable feel,
Tarantara!