Track Title:               Pirates of Penzance:  With Cat-Like Tread
Album Title:               Opera for People Who Hate Opera, disc d
Prime Artist:              Gilbert & Sullivan

Orchestra:                 Rochester Philharmonic Orchestra and Chorus


Lyrics:
          With cat-like tread,
               Upon our prey we steal;
          In silence dread,
               Our cautious way we feel.
          No sound at all!
               We never speak a word;
          A fly's foot-fall
               Would be distinctly heard--
POLICE:   (softly)       Tarantara, tarantara!
PIRATES:  So stealthily the pirate creeps,
          While all the household soundly sleeps.
          Come, friends, who plough the sea,
               Truce to navigation;
               Take another station;
          Let's vary piracee
          With a little burglaree!
POLICE:   (softly)       Tarantara, tarantara!
SAMUEL:   (distributing implements to various members of the
               gang)
          Here's your crowbar and your centrebit,
          Your life-preserver--you may want to hit!
          Your silent matches, your dark lantern seize,
          Take your file and your skeletonic keys.
POLICE:   Tarantara!
PIRATES:       With cat-like tread
POLICE:   Tarantara!
PIRATES:       in silence dread,

          (Enter KING, FREDERIC and RUTH)

ALL (fortissimo).   With cat-like tread, etc.

                              RECIT

FREDERIC: Hush, hush!  not a word; I see a light inside!
          The Major-Gen'ral comes, so quickly hide!
PIRATES:       Yes, yes, the Major-General comes!

                        (Exeunt KING, FREDERIC, SAMUEL, and RUTH)

POLICE:        Yes, yes, the Major-General comes!
GENERAL:  (entering in dressing-gown, carrying a light)
               Yes, yes, the Major-General comes!

                          SOLO--GENERAL

               Tormented with the anguish dread
                    Of falsehood unatoned,
               I lay upon my sleepless bed,
                    And tossed and turned and groaned.
               The man who finds his conscience ache
                    No peace at all enjoys;
               And as I lay in bed awake,
                    I thought I heard a noise.
MEN:      He thought he heard a noise--  ha! ha!
GENERAL:            No, all is still
                    In dale, on hill;
               My mind is set at ease--
                    So still the scene,
                    It must have been
               The sighing of the breeze.