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Score

Publication Date

1892

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The Isle of Champagne, Vocal Gems from the The Comedy Opera Success, Libretto by Charles Alfred Byrne and Louis Harrison, Music by William Furst

As produced by the Thomas Q. Seabrooke Opera Co., New York Published by M. Witmark & Sons, 839-841 Broadway Copyrighted 1892 by M. Witmark & Sons Entered at Stationers' Hall, London, Eng.

The second page lists the selections of music included:

The Greatest Comedy Opera Success of the Day Selections from The Isle of Champagne:

Love at First Sight, (Duet) ~ 50
Cobweb Waltz Song, ~ 50
The Spider and Fly, (Duet) ~ 40
O Fly Sweet Bird, ~ 60
Old King Mumm, ~ 40
The North Pole, ~ 50
We Are the Light Brigade (Comic Duo), with dance ~ 40
O Dream of Life, (Duet) ~ 60
I'm a King with a Crown, ~ 40
O'er Hill and Dale, (Sabot dance) ~ 40
I'm Pommery II. The King, ~ 40
AND
Song of all Nations; or, She Had to Decline, ~ 50

Instrumental:
Waltzes, ~ 60
Lanciers, ~50
Potpourri, ~ 75
March, ~ 40

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Lyrics

I'm Pommery 2nd The King
[Verse 1, Pommery]
I'm Pommery Second the King
And this is the day of my birth.
I've had so much to drink
It has caused me to think that I govern the whole of the earth.
I'm a man of the style that's self-made.
I started in life as a Prince.
I've studied the ologies of all the colleges
And I haven't done anything since.

[Chorus, Moet & Chandon with Tenors]
I'm a man of the style that's self made.
I started in life as a Prince.
I studied the ologies of all the colleges
And I haven't done anything since.

[Verse 2, Pommery]
I entered a college at ten
And studied until quite a wreck.
The professors all said
That the brains in my head were so heavy they'd fracture my neck.
At football I took the first prize.
At billiards my shots were massé.
I could translate from Plato about a potato
Inquite a phenomenal way.

[Verse 3, Pommery]
At twenty I finished at school
And then I was called to the throne.
Though I'm King of the isle
I don't own a mile and whatever's mine isn't my own.
It's a terrible thing to be King.
If your crown isn't backed up by wealth.
Oh "Long Live the King" is a sad thing to sing
When your income consists of your health.

O'er Hill and Dale
O'er hill and dale, in rill and vale, all sing the gathering of grape and vine.
We dance and sing the harvest in,
The harvest of the bubbling new-made wine.
O'er hill and dale, in rill and vale,
All sing the gathering of grape and wine.
We dance and sing the harvest in, the harvest of the new-made wine.
O'er hill and dale, in rill and vale,
On sunny mountain sides we roam.
To strip the vines of juicy grapes and rare all and press without a thought of care.
Then homeward bound our songs resound,
Our hearts are ever light and gay.
We've done now with the busy hours of day,
The busy, busy hours of day.....

Oh, Dream of Life
[Priscilla]
Oh, dream of life, forever rife,
I'm glad and breathe once more.
I know not how with awful stride
We safely reached the shore.
Oh, dreadful night, sad was our plight,
We thought that all must die.
Our sailors worked, no duty shirked,
And each with each did vie.
The dreadful waves o'er-whelmed us,
all our efforts were in vain.
We crashed upon the shore,
Our ship was no more.
How bright it all seems.
I live once more. Ah!
Oh, dream of life forever rife,
I'm glad and breathe once more.
I know not how with awful strife
We safely reached the shore.
Now escaped from the ocean,
With what words of devotion.
Saved from peril and pain,
Ah! Saved from peril and pain.

[Kissengen] (joins Priscilla on line five)
Their efforts were in vain, yes all in vain.
They crashed upon the shore, was seen no more.
How bright all seems,
She lives once more. Ah!
Oh, dream of life, forever rife,
She's glad and breathes once more.
She knew not how with awful strife
They safely reached the shore.
Now escaped from the ocean,
with what words of devotion.
Saved from peril and pain.
Ah, she's saved from peril and pain.

[Chorus]
Now escaped from the ocean,
with what words of devotion.

(Priscilla, Kissengen, and Chorus all start the following verses at the same time)

[Priscilla]
With hearts full of emotion,
From peril and pain we're saved.
Ah! Saved from peril and pain.
Ah! Saved from peril and pain.
With hearts full of emotion,
From peril and pain we are saved, yes saved....

[Kissengen]
With hearts full of emotion,
From peril and pain we're saved. Ah!
She's saved from peril and pain.
From peril they're saved, yes saved....

[Chorus]
With hearts full of emotion,
From peril and pain we're saved. Ah! Ah!
Now escaped from the emotion,
With what words of devotion.
With hearts full of emotion, yes, saved....

The North Pole
[Binnacle]
Now we listen mates to a story of the sea---

[Soprano & Alto]
Oh list to wanderer bold!

[Binnacle]
I'll tell you of wonders happening to me.
In the Arctic seas where the icebergs freeze
And you shiver, shiver, shiver with the cold.

[Soprano & Alto]
Where the weather is fickle as a soft icicle
And you shiver, shiver, shiver with the cold.

[Binnacle]
I sailed from the port of Milwaukee,
To discover the old North Pole.
We cleared Montana in the southern sea.
And they blew Cape Horn when they summoned us to tea.
That's the truth upon my soul.

[Soprano & Alto]
That's the truth upon his soul.

[Binnacle]
We passed over Niagara falls,
Where the whales and the elephants roam.
And the ship lay to off Kalamazoo,
On a voyage to the Northern Pole.

[Soprano & Alto]
Then shout hurrah! for the sailor bold and the wonders he did see.
But please explain why the ship lay to?

[Binnacle]
Why because she couldn't lay three.

[Verse 2]
We sailed due north thro' Kentucky's mammoth cave---

[Soprano & Alto]
Oh list to the wanderer bold!

[Binnacle]
We then was struck by a mighty tidal wave.
And a herd of whales jumped up on the sails
And hung by the yards a wagging of their tails.

[Soprano & Alto]
What a horrid herd of whales thus to hang upon the sails with a wagging, wagging, wagging of their tails.

[Binnacle]
We threw a rope round the old North Pole,
Which stands on the lee of Maine.
The ship got wrecked off that awful coast,
We had nothing to eat but quail on toast.
That mem'ry gives me pain.

[Soprano & Alto]
That mem'ry gives him pain.

[Binnacle]
We met a tribe of "bunko" men,
Who captured ev'ry soul.
But I made them grieve for I took French leave
On a voyage to the Northern Pole.

[Soprano & Alto]
Then shout hurrah! for the sailor bold who was clever enough to vanish.
But please explain why you took French leave?

[Binnacle]
Why because I couldn't walk Spanish.

No Mercy He Need Expect

No mercy he need expect from these four elect,
We’re done brown.
For though he has been so slick,
We’ll yet make him sick for his scurvy trick
And his crown.
There is no denying that we are rattled…
About privileges for which we’ve but battled…
And considerations we had thought settled, but ‘tis not the time to say sca—...
For as conspirators we must dissemble,
Put brakes on our feelings before King and Queen
Just now with the spirit o’er all those assembled t’would folly be surely to say what we mean.

Here’s to Old Champagne

[Pommery]
The best of friends must part, alas!
I’ll now say adieu, I’ll now say adieu…
And ev’ry swain and lass I’ll pledge in a final glass.
Never again to see you more, no never again.
For here I remain,...
Though all of you depart… to some distant shore…
I’ll continue to reign right here,
And stick to my dear champagne.
Then here’s to old champagne, champagne, champagne, champagne.
A parting cup we’ll drain, we’ll drain, we’ll drain.
Alone in my domain I’ll reign, I’ll reign.
I’ll get an ever-lasting jag; then here’s to old champagne!

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