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Thread #118208   Message #3075405
Posted By: GUEST,Tom Barnes, Ottawa, CANADA
15-Jan-11 - 07:57 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: The Gay Gondolier (Flanders and Swann)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Gay Gondolier (Flanders and Swann)
Today I received the sheet music for "The Gay Gondolier" by Flanders and Swann. The lyrics (and tempo indications) directly from the score read as follows:
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The Gay Gondolier
Words by Michael Flanders
Music by Donald Swann

(Valsa placida)
Ho, lo, lo, lo, lo   lo, lo, lo, lo, lo,   lo, lo, lo, lo, lo,   lo, lo, lo, lo, lo,   lo________
Gon – do – li – er________ Ha, ha, ha, ha.   Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Ha:

A Gon–do-la owner in Ven-ice
I had been since the age of dis-cre-tion   (thirteen)
But to-day gon-do-lier-ing in Ven-ice
Is a most ov-er crowd-ed pro-fes-sion
You can't swing a cat-sa a-round the Pi-az-za;
The Pal-ace of Dog-es is full of old fog-ies,
And by the San Mar-co, there's no-where to Par-ko!
(A Tempo)
It wasn't for me.    So I went out to sea__________and
Caused a co-mo-tion by cross-ing the o-cean. Now
I am the on-ly or-ig-in-al Gon-do-lier,________ Gon-do-lier,________
On the Man-ches-ter Ship ca-nal!
(Alla Valse Tempo 1)
On boaed my gon-do-la, I serve Co-ca Co-la-, in flag-ons which once held Chi-an-ti,
And for five bob a night I will sing or re-cite from a bast-ard-ized ver-sion of Dan-te.
The Trans-port Com-mission gave me their per-mis-sion, One Gon-do-la, Canal, or
Tham-es-es
And when I made o-be-zands, they threw in a li-cence, for vi-no con-sumed on the pre-mis-es.
When I sing un-so-ber-ly "La Donnae mo-li-le" peo-ple in house boats com-plain.
Of my gay Bar-ca-rolle, so I stick in my pole, and sing it a-gain and a-gain.

(Dolce ma non troppo)
Ho, lo, lo, lo, lo   lo, lo, lo, lo, lo,   lo, lo, lo, lo, lo,   lo, lo, lo, lo, lo, lo,   lo,
Bar-ca-rol-la___He, he, he,    he.   Ho, ho, ho, ho   ho

A gay gon-do-lier as I shot, ev'-ry weir, and I shout as I did in Ven-ez-ia____
Oh, who wants to fond-le a girl in my Gon-do-la up come the river Po-li-zia
Oh while all un-seen-a in-side-a the cab-in-a
The Eng-lish man travels in style.
With a young Si-gno-ri-ta my Gon-do-la met-or, is tick-ing up three pence a mile

So, tied to a jet-ty I eat my spag-het-ti, and drink 'till I'm pro-per-ly plast-ered
Shout-ing "Dog of Mon-tar-gis" to bar-gers on bar-ges, Who shout in re-ply:
"You're a…"   What? It's a lie______.

Oh it's ev-er such fun you will find on my Ang-lo Ve-ne____(tian)tian blind.____
(a tempo al fino)
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Enjoy!
ttfn, Tom
tbarnes@rogers.com