The Quest of the Day.

There's something astir in the air, tra-la,
So I get on my war paint again.
You'd best learn from me and beware, tra-la—
I've been active this many a year, tra-la,
But my efforts have so far been vain.
I've been scapegoat for longer, I know, than is fair;
Pack up! Follow me! I'll make everything clear.
Tra la la la la la, &c.

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Chorus:
He's been scapegoat for longer, we know, than is fair,
Pack up, follow him! he'll make everything clear,
Tra la la la la la, &c.

We'll journey through ages, to-night, tra-la,
(But you'll catch your last car never fear).
In Sparta they worshipped my might, tra-la,
But in Rome I'd a bit of a fight, tra-la,
Which I'd really prefer to forget.
At present they wonder who's wrong and who's right:
I'll outline the riddle, then wish you "good night,"
Tra la la la la la, &c.

Chorus:
At present we wonder who's wrong and who's right,
He'll outline the riddle, then wish you "good night."
Tra la la la la la, &c.,