Gama: When German bands From music stands Play'd Wagner imperfectly — I bade them go— They didn't say no, But off they went directly! The organ boys They stopp'd their noise, With readiness surprising, And grinning herds Of hurdy-gurds Retired apologising! Ah! Oh, don't the days seem lank and long When all goes right and nothing goes wrong, And isn't your life extremely flat With nothing whatever to grumble at! Chorus: Oh, isn't your life extremely flat With nothing whatever to grumble at! Gama: I offer'd gold In sums untold To all who'd contradict me— I said I'd pay A pound a day To any one who kick'd me— I've brib'd with toys Great vulgar boys To utter something spiteful, But, bless you, no! They would be so Confoundedly politeful! Ah! In short, these aggravating lads, They tickle my tastes, they feed my fads, They give me this and they give me that, And I've nothing whatever to grumble at! Chorus: Oh, isn't your life extremely flat With nothing whatever to grumble at! (Gama Bursts into tears and falls sobbing on a seat.) Princess: My poor old father! How he must have suffered! Well, well, I yield! Gama: (Hysterically) She yields! I'm saved, I'm saved! (Exit) Princess: Open the gates — admit these warriors, Then get you all within the castle walls. (Exit) (The gates are opened and the Girls mount the battlements as the Soldiers enter. Arac, Guron and Scynthius also enter.) Chorus of Soldiers "When anger spreads his wing" Chorus: When anger spread his wing, And all seems dark as night for it, There's nothing but to fight for it, But ere you pitch your ring, Select a pretty site for it, (This spot is suited quite for it,) And then you gaily sing, And then you gaily sing: