ERN:

If the light of love's lingering ember

Has faded in gloom,

You cannot neglect, O remember,

A voice from the tomb!

That stern supernatural diction

Should act as a solemn restriction,

Although by a mere legal fiction

A voice from the tomb!



JULIA (in affected terror):

I own that that utterance chills me--

It withers my bloom!

With awful emotion it thrills me--

That voice from the tomb!

Oh, spectre, won't anything lay thee?

Though pained to deny or gainsay thee,

In this case I cannot obey thee,

Thou voice from the tomb!



(Dancing.)

So, spectre, appalling,

I bid you good-day--

Perhaps you'll be calling

When passing this way.

Your bogydom scorning,

And all your love-lorning,

I bid you good-morning,

I bid you good-day.



ERN. (furious):

My offer recalling,

Your words I obey--

Your fate is appalling,

And full of dismay.

To pay for this scorning

I give you fair warning

I'll haunt you each morning,

Each night, and each day!



(Repeat Ensemble, and exeunt in opposite directions.)



[Re-enter the Wedding Procession dancing.]



CHORUS:

Now bridegroom and bride let us toast

In a magnum of merry champagne--

Let us make of this moment the most,

We may not be so lucky again.

So drink to our sovereign host

And his highly intelligent reign--

His health and his bride's let us toast

In a magnum of merry champagne!