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Verse 1
What happens (G major) to the noble youth, Candide,
when obliged to fend for himself
in this best of all possible worlds?
A well -built youth!
About the right height, too.
Good day, young man.
Alas, it's hardly a good day for me, sirs.
I'm half dead from hunger and thirst.
Well, that's easily taken care of.
In this sack,
we have a couple of boiled fowl
and a beef bone.
You're welcome to share them.
I am?
What are civilized gentlemen for,
not to help their brothers in
distress, hmm?
(C major) Oh, this (G major) is a good world.
I knew it.
I knew my dear master
could not have been mistaken.
It's obvious to us, sir,
that you are an affectionate youth
who can love tenderly.
Ah, yes, indeed.
I love Mademoiselle Kunuganda
with all the tenderness in the world.
In fact, sir, we were referring
to that champion of Islam,
the king of the Bulgarians.
(B flat major) Unfortunately, (C major) sir,
I'm not acquainted
(G major) with the gentleman.
and be (C major) ing a Westphalian
and a Christian my (G major) self.
Ah, but were you to know his majesty,
you could not fail to love him.
Here, you must drink to his health.
(C major) Oh, thank you,
(G major) That's it, you've drunk
(C major) the king's health.
(B flat major) You've enlisted (G major) in to
the sack with him.
Shut up.
You're now the
hero of the Bulgarians.
And your glory assured
in the forthcoming war
against Westphalia.
(C major) But sir, even (G major) as he spoke,
the Bulgarian army
was swarming across the Westphalian border,
slaughtering and liberating the populace,
surging closer, ever closer,
to the doomed castle of
Funderten (D minor) frank.
Almighty God,
who (G major) in the beginning of time
bequeathed this sacred serfdom
to my most Christian ancestors.
Look down, and in your infinite mercy,
destroy (D minor) the heathen Bulgarian invaders.
Oh, blessed Holy (B flat major) Mother,
I (D minor) vow a candle (D major) for (D minor) every swinish Is
(F major) lamite (B flat major) who bites the (G major) dust.
(C major) Dear God, who has given me
the incomparable gift (G major) of beauty,
See to it that (D minor) whatever holocaust occurs,
my features may escape disfigure (G major) ment.
For my admirer's sake, amen.
O dear (D minor) Lord,
(G major) send my (D minor) beloved Candide back to me,
(G major) for surely he (C major) and only he can save me
from the dreadful fate of ravishment.
Prayers are not always granted.
(B flat major) In the middle of the Anya's day,
Bulgarian soldiers,
their swords flashing,
burst into (C major) the chapel.
Die, infidel dogs!
The wench is mine!
Oh, sir!
Oh, please!
Oh, no!
Not ravishment!
Ninety -seven men
and a (G major) company at (C major) twenty ducats (D minor) per!
My fortune's made!
(C major) The next morning,
after a taxing night
in the Bulgarian army camp,
Kunaganda was disposed of by her ravisher
on a convenient pile of peas (C major) ant corpses.
Oh, dear Candide,
where (C major) are you now?
Still in the sack,
as a matter of fact,
his abductors having been shot
as they were rolling out
their prayer match to bow to the East.
O Miserere
Leonard Bernstein
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