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when the duchess is away - lucy schaufer, george dvorsky & bbc singers lyrics

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[a man, ensemble]
when the d*ch*ss is away (tra la la)
just like the mice, the duke will play (tra la la)
all the world is now in tune (tra la la)
d*ch*ss away, let’s make hay ‘neath the moon

[ensemble]
when the d*ch*ss is away, tra la la
just like the mice, the duke will play, tra la la
all the world is now in tune, tra la la
d*ch*ss away, let’s make hay ‘neath the moon

[emilia]
all conventions scorning
let’s, until the morning
all our cares remove
and all the pleasures prove

[ensemble]
all conventions scorning
let’s, until thе morning
all our cares remove
and all thе pleasures prove

[ensemble, overlapping]
when the d*ch*ss is away, tra la la
just like the mice, the duke will play, tra la la
all the world is now in tune, tra la la
d*ch*ss away, let’s make hay ‘neath the moon
just like the mice, the duke will play, tra la la
all the world is now in tune, tra la la
d*ch*ss away, let’s make hay ‘neath the moon
when the d*ch*ss (when the d*ch*ss)
when the d*ch*ss (when the d*ch*ss)
when the d*ch*ss is away (when the d*ch*ss is away)
duke will play (the duke will play)
duke will play (the duke will play)
when the d*ch*ss is away
duke will play (the duke will play)
duke will play (the duke will play)
when the d*ch*ss is away

[duke]
your study in counterpoint really is clever
but oh, i’m afraid it could go on forever
tonight’s not for vocal or mental excursion
tonight is an evening for fleshly diversion
so, off to the fleshpots, dear friends!

[ensemble]
when the d*ch*ss is away, tra la la
just like the mice, the duke will play, tra la la
all the world is now in tune, tra la la
d*ch*ss away, let’s make hay ‘neath the moon

[duke, spoken]
i want to be alone with you forever.
[angela, spoken]
forever?

[duke, spoken]
well, till tomorrow at least.

[angela, spoken]
my lord, i—

[duke, spoken]
angela, when, when we’re alone, don’t call me “my lord.” i prefer that you call me “bumpy.” it, it’s my nickname.

[angela, spoken]
i scarcely dare, my lord.

[duke, spoken]
ah—bumpy!

[angela, spoken]
bumpy!

[narrator, spoken]
behold the grand duke’s lecherous face
he lunges in a rough embrace
but just before he hits his mark
ottaviano arrives in the park
and draws the l*sty duke away
to plot cellini’s death that day
exit ottaviano and the duke
now our hero can expose his
face among the palace roses
together after far too long
the pair declare their love in song

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