Then forward on the foe!
All. Yes, forward!
Pol.Yes, forward!
Gen.Yes, but you don’t go!
Pol.We go, we go, we go!
All.At last they really go—Tarantara-ra-ra!
Ensemble.
| Chorus of all but Police. | Chorus of Police. |
| Go and do your best endeavour, | Such expressions don’t appear, |
| And before all links we sever | Tarantara! tarantara! |
| We will say farewell for ever; | Calculated men to cheer, |
| Go to glory and the grave. | Tarantara! |
| For your foes are fierce and ruthless, | Who are going to their fate, |
| False, unmerciful and truthless. | Tarantara! tarantara! |
| Young and tender, old and toothless, | In a highly nervous state. |
| All in vain their mercy crave. | Tarantara! |
| We observe too great a stress, | |
| Tarantara! tarantara! | |
| On the risks that on us press, | |
| Tarantara! | |
| And of reference a lack, | |
| Tarantara! tarantara! | |
| To our chance of coming back. | |
| Tarantara! |
[Mabel tears herself from Frederic and exit, followed by her sisters, consoling her. The General and others follow the Police off. Frederic remains.