Britten: Peter Grimes, Op. 33 / Act 1: "Oh, Hang At Open Doors"

Britten: Peter Grimes, Op. 33 / Act 1: "Oh, Hang At Open Doors" - Jean Watson/Raymond Nilsson/James Pease/John Lanigan/Marion Studholme/Iris Kells/Lauris Elms/Geraint Evans/Chorus of the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden/Orchestra of the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden/Benjamin Britten

Lyrics by：Montagu Slater/George Crabbe

Composed by：Benjamin Britten

Oh hang at open doors the net the cork

While squalid sea-dames at their mending work

Welcome the hour when fishing through the tide

The weary husband throws his freight aside

O cold and wet and driven by the tide

Beat your tired arms against your tarry side

Find rest in public bars where fiery gin

Will aid the warmth that languishes within

Auntie

Come in gentlemen come in

Her vats flow with poisoned gin

Boles has gone Methody

A man should have

Hobbies to cheer his private life

Dabbling on shore half-naked sea-boys crowd

Swim round a ship or swing upon a shroud

Or in a boat purloined with paddles play

And grow familiar with the watery way

Shoo shoo shoo you little barnacles

Up your anchors hoist your sails

Shoo shoo

Dr. Crabbe

He drinks "Good Health" to all diseases

Storm

Storm

A long way out sea horses

The wind is holding back the tide

If it veers round watch for your lives

And if the spring tide eats the land again

Till even the cottages and cobbled walls of fishermen

Are billets for the thievish waves which take

As if in sleep thieving for thieving's sake

Good morning good morning

Good morning

Good morning good morning dear Rector

Had Auntie no nieces we'd never respect her

Good morning good morning

Good morning

Good morning your worship Mr. Swallow

You jeer but if they wink you're eager to follow

For us sea-dwellers this sea-birth can be

I'm coming tonight to see your nieces

Death to our gardens of fertility

The Boar is at its patron's service

God's storm will drown your hot desires

Yet only such contemptuous springtide can

Tickle the virile impotence of man

God stay the tide or I shall share your fears