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Sullivan: "Night has spread her pall once more"

Gillian Knight & The D'Oyly Carte Opera Chorus & Royal Philharmonic Orchestra & Sir Malcolm Sargent
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Night has spread a cold but slow, and the prisoner still is free Over the years his darkened door uses its unturned key He that sheds not off his yoke, how long would a man can tell? Shame on loud jailer bold! Shame on sleepy sentinel! What desire ye? Whom do ye ward? What desire ye? Whom do ye ward? Bolt, bar and key, shackle and cord, fetter And chain, dungeon of stone, all are in vain Prisoner's flown Spite of it all, he is free! He is free! Whom do ye ward pretty warders are ye? Warders are ye? Whom do you ward? Spite of it all he is free, he is free Whom do you ward pretty warders are ye? Up and down and in and out, here and there and round about Every chamber, every house, every chick that holds a mouse Every crevice in the quay, where a beetle I could lay Every outlet, every drain, every search but all in vain, all in vain Warders are ye? Whom do you ward? Every house, every chamber, every drain Warders are ye? Whom do you ward? Every chamber, every outlet, every search but all in vain Night has spread a cold but slow- Warders are ye? Whom do ye ward? -And the prisoner still is free- Whom do we ward? Free! Free! -He is free! He is free! He is free! Pretty warders are ye? He is free! He is free! Pretty warders are ye?