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2025 Broadway
The Pirates of Penzance the Musical - Climbing Over Rocky Mountain Lyrics
The song is written by Arthur Sullivan and W. S. Gilbert.
CHORUS OF GIRLS:
Climbing over rocky mountain
Skipping rivulet and fountain
Passing where the willows quiver
By the ever-rolling river
Swollen with the summer rain;
Threading long and leafy mazes
Dotted with unnumbered daisies
Scaling rough and rugged passes
Climb the hardy little lasses
Till the bright sea-shore they gain!
EDITH:
Let us gaily tread the measure
Make the most of fleeting leisure
Hail it as a true ally
Though it perish bye and bye
CHORUS OF GIRLS:
Hail it as a true ally
Though it perish bye and bye!
EDITH:
Every moment brings a treasure
Of its own especial pleasure;
Though the moments quickly die
Greet them gaily as they fly!
CHORUS OF GIRLS:
Though the moments quickly die
Greet them Gaily as they fly!
KATE:
Far away from toil and care
Reveling in fresh sea-air
Here we live and reign alone
In a world that’s all our own
Here, in this our rocky den
Far away from mortal men
We’ll be queens, and make decrees
They may honor them who please
CHORUS OF GIRLS:
We’ll be queens, and make decrees
They may honor them who please
Let us gaily tread the measure
Make the most of fleeting leisure
Hail it as a true ally
Though it perish by-and-by!
Hail it as a true ally
Though it perish by-and-by!
KATE, EDITH & CHORUS OF GIRLS:
Let us gaily tread the measure
Make the most of fleeting leisure
Hail it as a true ally!
KATE: (spoken)
What a picturesque spot!
I wonder where we are!
EDITH: (spoken)
We are quite alone,
And the sea is as smooth as glass.
Suppose we take off our shoes
And stockings and paddle?
KATE, EDITH & CHORUS OF GIRLS: (spoken)
Yes, yes! The very thing!
Review: The Pirates of Penzance the Musical Lyrics
The Pirates of Penzance the Musical Lyrics
SYNOPSIS
Pour, O Pour The Pirate Sherry
When Frederic Was A Little Lad
Oh, Better Far To Live And Die
Oh, False One, You Have Deceived Me!
Climbing Over Rocky Mountain
Stop, Ladies, Pray!
Oh, Is There Not One Maiden Breast
Poor Wandering One
What Ought We To Do?
How Beautifully Blue The Sky
Stay, We Must Not Lose Our Senses
Hold, Monsters!
I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General
Oh, Men of Dark and Dismal Fate
Oh, Dry The Glistening Tear
Then Frederic
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