Coro y Orquesta Sinfónica de Madrid

Henry Clifford: What ho! The guard! The guard!

Henry Clifford: Sloes are blossoming in the hedges

Henry Clifford: Children, let the plighted troth like a ring enfold.

Henry Clifford: Richard is dead, and Richmond reigns!

Henry Clifford: Hail! Hail! All Hail!

Henry Clifford: All is lost! The battle's o'er!

Henry Clifford: When the breezes are still

Henry Clifford: These honest men against their will are outlaws

Henry Clifford: Sir John Saint John approaches!

Henry Clifford: Sweet are the visions mysteriously stealing

Henry Clifford: Edward the King! March with a swing!

Henry Clifford: To arms! this mandate to resist writ with my father's

Henry Clifford: Pray for the soul of a chieftan departed!

Henry Clifford: Said Dick to the Devil, "Come, sell me your dice"

Henry Clifford: Ballet and Chorus

Henry Clifford: Edward for King! March with a swing!

Henry Clifford: Safe! Safe beyond the seas!

Henry Clifford: Spirits of the flowers truant from honeyed cages

Henry Clifford: Sweet are the visions, mysteriously stealing.