El Capitan, Act II: “Oh, warrior grim”
John Philip Sousa, Charles Klein, Thomas Frost (Lyricist)
[ISABEL]
Oh, warrior grim
Your better self obey
We ask for him
Release from dungeon gray
Just suppose that your career
Has been lived without a blunder
Just suppose each happy year
Brings you friends that nought can sunder
And they one and all declare
You're a man beyond compare
You don't drink or flirt or swear
You are virtue's greatest wonder
But there comes a fearful shock
Jealous foes your worth deny
Certain little flaws they spy
And they drag you to the block
All thе land is steeped in gloom
As they march you to the tomb
Whilе the deep-toned bell
With solemn knell
Slowly tolls your early doom
Boom-a-boom
Boom-a-boom
Slowly tolls your early doom
[ISABEL & ENSEMBLE]
Boom-a-boom
Boom-a-boom
Slowly tolls your early doom
[ISABEL]
Ah, doom