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Rising Early In The Morning - Henry A Lytton/Sullivan/D'Oyly Carte Opera Company/Gilbert
Rising early in the morning
We proceed to light the fire
Then our majesty adorning
In it's workaday attire
We embark without delay
On the duties of the day
First we polish off some batches
Of political despatches
And foreign politicians circumvent
Then if business isn't heavy
We may hold a royal levee
Or ratify some acts of parliament
Then we probably review the household troops
With the usual shalloo humps and shalloo hoops
Or receive with ceremonial and state
An interesting Eastern potentate
After that we generally
Go and dress our private valet
It's a rather nervous
Duty he's a touchy little man
Write some letters literary
For our private secretary
He is shaky in his spelling
So we help him if we can
Then in view of cravings inner
We go down and order dinner
Then we polish the regalia
And the coronation plate
Spend an hour in titivating
All our gentlemen in waiting
Or we run on little errands
For the ministers of state
Oh philosophers may sing
Of the troubles of a King
Yet the duties are delightful
And the privileges great
But the privilege and pleasure
That we treasure beyond measure
Is to run on little errands for the ministers of state
Oh philosophers may sing
Of the troubles of a King
Yet the duties are delightful
And the privileges great
And the culminating pleasure
That we treasure beyond measure
Is the gratifying feeling that our duty has been done
After luncheon making merry
On a bun and glass of sherry
If we've nothing in particular to do
We may make a proclamation
Or receive a deputation
Then we possibly create a peer or two
Then we help a fellow creature on his path
With the garter or the thistle or the bath
Or we dress and toddle off in semi state
To a festival a function or a fete
Then we go and stand as sentry
At the palace private entry
Marching hither marching thither
Up and down and to and fro
While the warrior on duty
Goes in search of beer and beauty
And it generally happens
That he hasn't far to go
He relieves us if he's able
Just in time to lay the table
Then we dine and serve the coffee
And at half past twelve or one
With a pleasure that's emphatic
We retire to our attic
With the gratifying feeling
That our duty has been done
Oh philosophers may sing
Of the troubles of a King
But of pleasures there are many
And of worries there are none
And the culminating pleasure
That we treasure beyond measure
Is the gratifying feeling that our duty has been done
Oh philosophers may sing
Of the troubles of a King
But of pleasures there are many
And of worries there are none
And the culminating pleasure
That we treasure beyond measure
Is the gratifying feeling that our duty has been done
