Judge sleeps his way to power - One Man Opera - Trial by Jury

Published October 9, 2021 39 Views

Rumble One man sings 'All hail. great Judge' and 'When I, good friends, was called to the bar' from Gilbert and Sullivan's opera 'Trial by Jury'.

Lyrics:

USHER.
Silence in Court!
Silence in Court, and all attention lend.
Behold your Judge! In due submission bend!

CHORUS.
All hail, great Judge!
To your bright rays
We never grudge
Ecstatic praise.
All hail!
May each decree
As statute rank
And never be
Reversed in banc.
All hail!

JUDGE.
For these kind words accept my thanks, I pray.
A Breach of Promise we’ve to try to-day.
But firstly, if the time you’ll not begrudge,
I’ll tell you how I came to be a Judge.

CHORUS.
He’ll tell us how he came to be a Judge!

JUDGE.
Let me speak!

CHORUS.
Let him speak.

JUDGE.
Let me speak!

CHORUS.
Yes, let him speak, etc.
Hush! hush! He speaks.

USHER.
Silence in Court!

JUDGE.
When I, good friends, was called to the bar,
I’d an appetite fresh and hearty,
But I was, as many young barristers are,
An impecunious party.
I’d a swallow-tail coat of a beautiful blue –
A brief which I bought of a booby –
A couple of shirts and a collar or two,
And a ring that looked like a ruby!

CHORUS.
He’d a couple of shirts and a collar or two,
And a ring that looked like a ruby!

JUDGE.
In Westminster Hall I danced a dance,
Like a semi-despondent fury;
For I thought I never should hit on a chance
Of addressing a British jury –
But I soon got tired of third-class journeys,
And dinners of bread and water;
So I fell in love with a rich attorney’s
Elderly, ugly daughter.

CHORUS.
So he fell in love with a rich attorney’s
Elderly, ugly daughter.

JUDGE.
The rich attorney, he jumped with joy,
And replied to my fond professions:
“You shall reap the reward of your pluck, my boy,
“At the Bailey and Middlesex Sessions.
“You’ll soon get used to her looks,” said he,
“And a very nice girl you’ll find her!
“She may very well pass for forty-three
In the dusk, with a light behind her!”

CHORUS.
“She may very well pass for forty-three
In the dusk, with a light behind her!”

JUDGE.
The rich attorney was good as his word;
The briefs came trooping gaily,
And every day my voice was heard
At the Sessions or Ancient Bailey.
All thieves who could my fees afford
Relied on my orations,
And many a burglar I’ve restored
To his friends and his relations.

CHORUS.
And many a burglar He's restored
To his friends and his relations.

JUDGE.
At length I became as rich as the Gurneys –
An incubus then I thought her,
So I threw over that rich attorney’s
Elderly, ugly daughter.
The rich attorney my character high
Tried vainly to disparage -
And now, if you please, I’m ready to try
This Breach of Promise of Marriage!

CHORUS.
And now if you please, He's ready to try
This Breach of Promise of Marriage!

JUDGE.
For now I’m a Judge!

CHORUS.
And a good Judge too!

JUDGE.
Yes, now I’m a Judge!

CHORUS.
And a good Judge too!

JUDGE.
Though all my law be fudge,
Yet I’ll never, never budge,
But I’ll live and die a Judge!

CHORUS.
And a good Judge too!

JUDGE.
It was managed by a job –

CHORUS.
And a good job too!

JUDGE.
It was managed by a job!

CHORUS.
And a good job too!

JUDGE.
It is patent to the mob,
That my being made a nob
Was effected by a job.

ALL.
And a good job too!

One man sings 'All hail. great Judge' and 'When I, good friends, was called to the bar' from Gilbert and Sullivan's opera 'Trial by Jury'.

Lyrics:

USHER.
Silence in Court!
Silence in Court, and all attention lend.
Behold your Judge! In due submission bend!

CHORUS.
All hail, great Judge!
To your bright rays
We never grudge
Ecstatic praise.
All hail!
May each decree
As statute rank
And never be
Reversed in banc.
All hail!

JUDGE.
For these kind words accept my thanks, I pray.
A Breach of Promise we’ve to try to-day.
But firstly, if the time you’ll not begrudge,
I’ll tell you how I came to be a Judge.

CHORUS.
He’ll tell us how he came to be a Judge!

JUDGE.
Let me speak!

CHORUS.
Let him speak.

JUDGE.
Let me speak!

CHORUS.
Yes, let him speak, etc.
Hush! hush! He speaks.

USHER.
Silence in Court!

JUDGE.
When I, good friends, was called to the bar,
I’d an appetite fresh and hearty,
But I was, as many young barristers are,
An impecunious party.
I’d a swallow-tail coat of a beautiful blue –
A brief which I bought of a booby –
A couple of shirts and a collar or two,
And a ring that looked like a ruby!

CHORUS.
He’d a couple of shirts and a collar or two,
And a ring that looked like a ruby!

JUDGE.
In Westminster Hall I danced a dance,
Like a semi-despondent fury;
For I thought I never should hit on a chance
Of addressing a British jury –
But I soon got tired of third-class journeys,
And dinners of bread and water;
So I fell in love with a rich attorney’s
Elderly, ugly daughter.

CHORUS.
So he fell in love with a rich attorney’s
Elderly, ugly daughter.

JUDGE.
The rich attorney, he jumped with joy,
And replied to my fond professions:
“You shall reap the reward of your pluck, my boy,
“At the Bailey and Middlesex Sessions.
“You’ll soon get used to her looks,” said he,
“And a very nice girl you’ll find her!
“She may very well pass for forty-three
In the dusk, with a light behind her!”

CHORUS.
“She may very well pass for forty-three
In the dusk, with a light behind her!”

JUDGE.
The rich attorney was good as his word;
The briefs came trooping gaily,
And every day my voice was heard
At the Sessions or Ancient Bailey.
All thieves who could my fees afford
Relied on my orations,
And many a burglar I’ve restored
To his friends and his relations.

CHORUS.
And many a burglar He's restored
To his friends and his relations.

JUDGE.
At length I became as rich as the Gurneys –
An incubus then I thought her,
So I threw over that rich attorney’s
Elderly, ugly daughter.
The rich attorney my character high
Tried vainly to disparage -
And now, if you please, I’m ready to try
This Breach of Promise of Marriage!

CHORUS.
And now if you please, He's ready to try
This Breach of Promise of Marriage!

JUDGE.
For now I’m a Judge!

CHORUS.
And a good Judge too!

JUDGE.
Yes, now I’m a Judge!

CHORUS.
And a good Judge too!

JUDGE.
Though all my law be fudge,
Yet I’ll never, never budge,
But I’ll live and die a Judge!

CHORUS.
And a good Judge too!

JUDGE.
It was managed by a job –

CHORUS.
And a good job too!

JUDGE.
It was managed by a job!

CHORUS.
And a good job too!

JUDGE.
It is patent to the mob,
That my being made a nob
Was effected by a job.

ALL.
And a good job too!

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