All
sing:
Fie
on Festils, fie!
Fie
on Festils, fie!
Regents
sing:
Eighty
years conquered by a neighbor,
Who
made sure that his own were treated well,
Eighty
years of confiscated titles,
Der-ry-down-dell,
Death,
it was hell!
It
was depressing all the way,
(Shook
us down, shook us down,)
They
were more corrupt every day,
(Curse
their crown, curse their crown!)
Rhun
sings:
I
want to burn their Abbeys down or slay a hundred men,
All’s
fair to get back at them!
All
sing:
Fie
on Festils , Fie,
Fie,
on Festils fie,
Fie
fie fie fie fie!
Regents
sing:
When
we think of the sick’ning injustice ‘gainst
humans
that Imre wrought,
(Inner
rot Imre brought,)
Or
the humans he hanged on the gibbet
for
Festil and left to rot,
(Their
cruel lot, makes us hot!)
We
can still hear his sister say,
From
Imre’s bed where she lay,
“Tell
me, dear brother, say
How
Ariella may
Keep
all those brides away?”
All
sing:
Oh
Fie on Festils, fie,
Fie
on Festils, fie!
Hubert,
Paulin & Albertus sing:
Lechery
and vice will be arrested,
Custodes:
(Arrested!)
Hubert
Paulin & Albertus:
No
Deryni shall ever serve at Mass!
Humans
will now be unmolested,
Custodes:
(unmolested!)
Hubert,
Paulin & Albertus sing:
By
heretical ideas
Of
Camber’s moralities!
All
sing:
Oh
Fie on Camber, fie,
Fie,
fie, fie, fie, fie!
Ewan,
Hrorik and Sighere sing:
There
were still Festils in Kheldour,
The
King cleaned old Termod’s clock,
And
his kin were taken hostage,
Kennet
and Sudrey were up-locked,
Hrorik:
But
I married bonny Sudrey,
Ewan:
And
Kennet made a braw knight,
Sighere:
Oh,
he lost his life in Rhemuth,
At
treacherous Murdoch’s--
Murdoch:
(glaring at them,) sings
Fie
on Kheldour, fie!
Fie
on Kheldour, fie,
All
sing:
No
one worships Deryni saints now,
Every
soul is immaculate and trim,
Custodes
sing:
(Immaculate!)
Paulin,
Albertus & Hubert sing:
We
run a tighter ship of faith, now,
Custodes
sing: (with satisfaction.)
Nonny
no nym,
Death
but we’re grim!
Regents:
sing:
Oh
Fie on Festils, fie,
Fie
on Festils, fie!
Hubert
Paulin & Albertus sing:
Human
follies we deplore,
Custodes
sing:
On
your knees, if you please!
Hubert,
Paulin & Albertus sing:
Confession
Sunday’s ne’er a bore!
Custodes
sing:
Scourge
us more, scourge us more!
Rhun
and Regents sing:
We
have destroyed seats of learning
and
slaughtered hundreds for
The
dearth of magic evermore!
All
sing:
Oh,
Fie on Festils fie,
Fie
on Camber fie
Fie
on Magic,
Fie
on Mercy,
Fie
on Justice
Fie,
fie, fie, fie FIE!
