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Yes; and we shall sing the Chorus.
MARTIN takes off his coat, remaining in his vest to work.
Let us go then.
"It is for the God of wine
"That we must get ourselves going.
"Let us apply ourselves to the work gaily,
"While waiting for a sweet instant
"To compensate us for our pains.
"With great blows,
"Let us hasten,
"Let us show our courage,
"Tomorrow, Love
"Will have its turn."
| FANCHETTE. | MARTIN. | COLIN. |
|---|---|---|
| Repeat. Let us work ar- dently. | Let us work ar- dently: | Let us work ar- dently, |
| Tomorrow, Love | Bang, bang, bang, bang | Patapan patapan; |
| Will have its turn. | Tomorrow, Love | Tomorrow, Love |
| Will have its turn. | Will have its turn. |
"Climene, at the tavern,
"Saw Colinet one day.
"The shepherdess wanted to be angry;
"But the Lover, without being startled,
"Said to her, while handing her a glass:
"Peace, be quiet,
"If I drink,
"It is to your health, my dear;
"Tomorrow, love
"Will have its turn."
"Let us work ardently, etc.
"Tomorrow, Love will have its turn."
Oh! come now Fanchette! it is your turn now. Tell me one of those pretty songs, that you