D'Oyly Carte Opera Company - When The Night Wind Howls download mp3

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SONG- SIR RODERIC MURGATROYD
When the night wind howls
in the chimney cowls,
and the bat in the moonlight flies,
And inky clouds,
like funeral shrouds,
sail over the midnight skies —
When the footpads quail
at the night-bird's wail,
and black dogs bay at the moon,
Then is the spectres' holiday —
then is the ghosts' high-noon!
Ha! ha!
Then is the ghosts' high-noon!
As the sob of the breeze
sweeps over the trees,
and the mists lie low on the fen,
From grey tomb-stones
are gathered the bones
that once were women and men,
And away they go,
with a mop and a mow,
to the revel that ends too soon,
For cockcrow limits our holiday —
the dead of the night’s high-noon!
Ha! ha!
The dead of the night’s high-noon!
And then each ghost
with his ladye-toast
to their churchyard beds take flight,
With a kiss, perhaps,
on her lantern chaps,
and a grisly grim «good-night»;
Till the welcome knell
of the midnight bell
rings forth its jolliest tune,
And ushers in our next high holiday —
the dead of the night’s high-noon!
Ha! ha!
The dead of the night’s high-noon! Ha! ha! ha! ha!