[00:10]Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show;
[00:16]But wonder on, till truth make all things plain.
[00:21]This man is Pyramus, if you would know;
[00:26]This beauteous lady Thisby is certain.
[00:43]By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn
[00:47]Met at a tomb to woo by pale moonlight.
[00:50]This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name,
[00:55]The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,
[01:00]Did scare away, or rather did affright...
[01:04]If we offend, we've got good will,
[01:07]If we are crude, our measure's plain
[01:10]Our true intent is your delight
[01:12]It's merry, tragical and brief...
[01:18]Oh Pyramus...Pyramus...loved Thisby
[01:27]And as she fled, her mantle she did fall,
[01:31]Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain,
[01:34]Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall,
[01:38]And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain,
[01:44]Da da da da da da da da da da
[01:49]Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade,“
[01:52]He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast,
[01:55]Thus he died,
[01:56]He died, he died,
[01:58]His soul in the sky...
[02:00]Now Thisby's passion ends the play in tears,
[02:03]Asleep, My Dear?
[02:04]What, Dead, My Dove? Arise!
[02:06]Tongue not a word,
[02:07]Come blade my breast imbrue,
[02:08]Thus Thisby end, adieu, adieu,
[02:11]Adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu,
[02:17]If we offend, we've got good will,
[02:19]If we our crude, our measure's plain
[02:22]Our true intent is your delight
[02:24]It's merry, tragical and brief...
[02:28]Oh Pyramus...Pyramus...loved Thisby
[02:38]Da da da da da da da da da da
[02:44]Oh Pyramus...Pyramus...loved Thisby