Nocturnal Blonde

[Ophelia]
He is dead and gone, lady
He is dead and gone
At his head, a grass-green turf
At his heels, a stone

[Queen]
Nay, but Ophelia

[Ophelia]
Pray you, mark
White his shroud as the mountain snow

[Queen]
Alas, look here, my lord

[Ophelia]
Larded with sweet flowers
Which bewept to the grave did go
With true-love showers

[King]
How do you, pretty lady?

[Ophelia]
Well, God dild you

[Leslie]
This is nocturnal blonde coming your way
We've got meaningful lawns
Rolled and written upon
And we will boost zenith towards a new day
And we will boost zenith towards a new day

[Ophelia]
Let in a maid, that out a maid
Never departed more

[King]
Prеtty Ophelia

[Ophelia]
Indeed, la, without an oath
I'll make an end on't
By Gis and by Saint Charity
Alack, and fiе for shame
Young men will do't if they come to't
By Cock, they are to blame

[Leslie]
We'll try being good nuisance for modern man
Drink, recycle the can
Read Joyce/Rejoice even if banned
For you has this new jargon party been planned

[Ophelia]
We must be patient

[Leslie]
For you has this new jargon party been planned

[Ophelia]
And so I thank you for your good council
Come

[Leslie]
For you has this new jargon party been planned

[Ophelia]
Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's Day
All in the morning betime
And I a maid at your window
To be your Valentine
Then up he rose and donned his clo'es
And dupped the chamber door
Let in a maid, that out a maid
Never departed more

[King]
Pretty Ophelia

[Ophelia]
Indeed, la, without an oath
I'll make an end on it

[Leslie]
As mind geese
Migrate towards
A warmer chicane
We'll be moving along
Leaving you with this song
That this unction engine has laboured to gain
That this unction engine has laboured to gain
That this unction engine has laboured to gain

[Queen]
Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?

[Ophelia]
Say you? Nay, pray you, mark
Quoth she:
'Before you tumbled me
You promised me to wed'
He answers:
'So would I done, by yonder sun
And thou hadst not come to my bed'
I hope all will be well
We must be patient
But I cannot choose but weep
To think they should lay him in the cold ground
And so I thank you for your good council
Come, my coach
Good night, ladies, good night
Sweet ladies, good night