Hark! Good gentles, list thee now,
A jig most bold I shall endow.
Yon tune doth bid mine limbs to prance,
As if entranc’d in battle-dance.

By Heav’n! I feel it in my shoon,
Mine legs do leap beneath the moon.
With mirth and might, I striketh yon pose,
And thus the Quan in deed I chose.

[Chorus]
Strike thee the Quan, I say, full spry,
Let not thy spirit idly lie!
With arms outstretch’d and visage stern,
Let all the tavern’s heads now turn!

[Verse II]
A piper's call, a minstrel’s strain,
Doth rouse in me a joy profane.
No sword I wield, no steed I ride,
But still with pride my limbs do glide.

Like knights who joust in field of fame,
I step and twist withouten shame.
Yea, lords and dames, come see anon,
How I, thy fool, do smite the Quan!

[Chorus – Reprise]
O! Smite the Quan, and let it ring,
As though thou wert a noble king.
Let maidens laugh and minstrels play,
For Quan hath come this very day!

HIT THE QUAN * IN HI-FI *

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