Fra Diavolo Opéra Comique en Trois Actes [Barcarolle]

Le gondolier fidèle brave pour voir sa belle les autans ennemis de loin s\u27il obtient d\u27elle un regard un souris c\u27est toujours ça toujours ça de pris c\u27est toujours c\u27est toujours c\u27est toujours ça de pris. Le gondolier fidèle brave pour voir sa belle les argus ennemis de son amour pour elle qu\u27un baiser soit le prix c\u27est toujours ça toujours ça de pris c\u27est toujours c\u27est toujours c\u27est toujours ça de pris. Le gondolier fidèle brave sur sa nacelle les jaloux les maris quand son coeur de sa belle presse les traits chéris c\u27est toujours ça toujours ça de pris c\u27est toujours c\u27est toujours c\u27est toujours ça de pris

Behold How Brightly Breaks the Morning

Now haste we friends while morning beaming,Softly on heaving waveOur little bark\u27s white sails are streaming,Winds and waters let us brave,But Fisherman glide warily,Speak low and guarded be,and throw your nets all silently,Upon the glitt\u27ring seaNot Ocean\u27s Monarch shall escape us free,Not Ocean\u27s Monarch shall escape us free.Speak low and guarded be,and throw your nets all silently,Upon the glitt\u27ring seaNot Ocean\u27s Monarch shall escape us free,Not Ocean\u27s Monarch shall escape us free. And let us while this hour is lighting,Sieze the ray with brave addressThe enter-prize our cares uniting,Soon shall crown us with success,But Fisherman glide warily,Speak low and guarded be,and throw your nets all silently,Upon the glittering seaNot Ocean\u27s Monarch shall escape us free,Not Ocean\u27s Monarch shall escape us free

Come O\u27er The Moonlit Sea

O, come o\u27er the moonlit sea,Where the waves are brightly glowing,The winds have sunk to their evening rest,And the tide is gently flowing. All is still, save the echoed song,Of Italia\u27s dark eyed daughters, Or the distant sound of the boat man\u27s oar,As it dips in sparkling waters. Yes, I\u27ll roam o\u27er the moonlit sea,For the waves are brightly glowing,The winds are sunk to their evening rest,And the tide is gently flowing. Thy bark is in the bay, love, It only waits for me.It\u27s sails will throw Their shadows o\u27er the sea.Though bright the morn may beam, love, Along the smiling sea, O, dearer still Are moonlit waves to me