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Illicit Love

Stolen kisses,
Upon a balmy night.
Lovers make haste,
And drink passion's delight.

(Chorus) Drink passion's delight…
Oh, carouse with passion's delight

Manolo hitherto
Lo of late,
Sports a florid garland
Upon his hoary pate.

Head held high,
At a rakish tilt,
Gammy legs strutting
With youthful lilt.

Crusty old goat
With a beauty adorned
Lusty, bent lecher
A Satyr horned.

(Chorus) Yea, a Satyr horned.

Sweet Alleyson;
Nubile and mild,
Not a woman yet,
Though more than a child,
Manolo of late,
Has taken for his bride.

(Chorus) Manolo the lecher,
Has taken for his bride…
Not a woman yet,
Though no more a child
Sweet Alleyson taken for a bride.

Posies of pansies
Festooned the church hall
Girls pampered and powdered
Breathless for the great ball.

The bishop prayed,
The choir sang,
Altar bells pealed,
The belfry rang.

Old biddies whispered,
Kyrie eleison,
As Don Carlos Manuel Rodrigo Diaz Murrieta de Girona wed,
The sweetest Alleyson.

(Chorus) Oy! Ahoy! Carlos Manolo de Girona wedded and bedded,
The sweetest Alleyson.

Cap in hand youth,
Under towering apse,
Swaying with faint,
In near collapse.

A love gone, forever lost,
Moreover wed,
The love of his life,
Nevermore to bed.

(Chorus tempo adagio) Oh no, nevermore to bed.
The sweetest Alleyson already wed.

Dreams of the river
Where lovers would meet,
Dancing eddies lapping,
At sweet Alleyson's feet,

Bracing cool waters,
Played who'd be first
To slake desires,
Unquenchable thirst.

Misty eyes meet,
Crowning a pact,
To tryst once more,
Beyond the cataract.

So, it came to pass,
The lovers did meet,
To consummate a love,
Illicit and fleet.

(Janó plus chorus; tempo allegro)
Moonlit glow
Trembles in the meadow,
Mocking toads cackle,
Dry twigs crackle,
Way beneath,
A brute intruder's feet.

Cuckolded sage,
High on rage,
Seeks to avenge,
His empty cage.

Sweet Alleyson had fled,
To Janó's bare chest,
His hand cup'd over,
A trembling breast.

Lips on lips,
With limbs entwined,
A feast of passion,
On love mead wined.

Pounding bodies,
In ecstasy rhymed,
Sensing harsh danger,
Thus-frozen in fright.

Shuddering autumn leaves,
Under rough gorse,
Boot heels crushing,
Wheezing and hoarse.

(Chorus. falsetto) Wheezing and hoarse,
Manolo rushing, wheezing and hoarse.

Bushes a parting,
Suddenly revealed,
In murderous rage,
A love crazed fiend!

Honed blade flashed,
Night air slashed,
Naked bodies headlong,
Through scrubland dashed.

Stolen kisses,
At dead of the night,
Run lovers run!
Oh, paramours take flight.

(Chorus tempo allegro)
Stolen kisses,
At dead of the night,
Oh, run lovers run!
Lovers take flight. Rep.x

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