H.M.S. Pinafore

We Sail the Ocean Blue
CHORUS--SAILORS

We sail the ocean blue,
And our saucy ship's a beauty;
We're sober men and true,
And attentive to our duty.
When the balls whistle free
O'er the bright blue sea,
We stand to our guns all day;
When at anchor we ride
On the Portsmouth tide,
We have plenty of time to play.

Ahoy! Ahoy! The balls whistle free.
Ahoy! Ahoy! O'er the bright blue sea,
We stand to our guns, to our guns all day.

We sail the ocean blue,
And our saucy ship's a beauty;
We're sober men and true,
And attentive to our duty;
Our saucy ship's a beauty,
We're attentive to our duty;
We're sober men and true,
We sail the ocean blue!

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The Pirates of Penzance

With Cat-like Tread
CHORUS - PIRATES and POLICE

PIRATES: With cat-like tread, Upon our prey we steal;
In silence dread, Our cautious way we feel.
No sound at all! We never speak a word;
A fly's foot-fall Would be distinctly heard--

POLICE: (softly) Tarantara, tarantara!

PIRATES: So stealthily the pirate creeps,
While all the household soundly sleeps.

Come, friends, who plough the sea,
Truce to navigation; Take another station;
Let's vary piracee With a little burglaree!

POLICE: (softly) Tarantara, tarantara!

SAMUEL: (distributing implements to various members of the gang)
Here's your crowbar and your centrebit,
Your life-preserver--you may want to hit!
Your silent matches, your dark lantern seize,
Take your file and your skeletonic keys.

POLICE: Tarantara!

PIRATES: With cat-like tread

POLICE: Tarantara!

PIRATES: in silence dread,

ALL (fortissimo): With cat-like tread, Upon our prey we steal;
In silence dread, Our cautious way we feel.
No sound at all! We never speak a word;
A fly's foot-fall Would be distinctly heard!

Come, friends, who plough the sea,
Truce to navigation; Take another station;
Let's vary piracee With a little burglaree!

With cat-like tread, Upon our prey we steal,
In silence dread, Our cautious way we feel.

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Patience

I Cannot Tell What This Love May Be
SONG - PATIENCE and CHORUS

PATIENCE: I cannot tell what this love may be
That cometh to all but not to me.
It cannot be kind as they'd imply,
Or why do these ladies sigh?

It cannot be joy and rapture deep,
Or why do these gentle ladies weep?
It cannot be blissful as `tis said,
Or why are their eyes so wondrous red?

Though ev'rywhere true love I see
A-coming to all, but not to me,
I cannot tell what this love may be!
For I am blithe and I am gay,
While they sit sighing night and day.
PATIENCE: ALL:
For I am blithe and I am gay,
Think of the gulf `twixt them and me,
Think of the gulf `twixt them and me,
Fal la la la la la la la la la la la la la 
la la la la la la la la la la la la la, 
and miserie!
Yes, she is blithe and she is gay,
Yes, she is blithe and she is gay,
Yes, she is blithe and she is gay,
 

Ah, miserie!

PATIENCE: If love is a thorn, they show no wit
Who foolishly hug and foster it.
If love is a weed, how simple they
Who gather it, day by day!

If love is a nettle that makes you smart,
Then why do you wear it next your heart?
And if it be none of these, say I,
Ah, why do you sit and sob and sigh?

Though ev'rywhere true love I see
A-coming to all, but not to me,
I cannot tell what this love may be!
For I am blithe and I am gay,
While they sit sighing night and day.
PATIENCE: ALL:
For I am blithe and I am gay,
Think of the gulf `twixt them and me,
Think of the gulf `twixt them and me,
Fal la la la la la la la la la la la la la 
la la la la la la la la la la la la la, 
and miserie!
Yes, she is blithe and she is gay,
Yes, she is blithe and she is gay,
Yes, she is blithe and she is gay,
 

Ah, miserie!

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Iolanthe

Faint Heart Never Won Fair Lady
TRIO - LORD MOUNTARARAT, LORD TOLOLLER, LORD CHANCELLOR

LORD MOUNT: If you go in You're sure to win--
Yours will be the charming maidie:
Be your law The ancient saw, "Faint heart never won fair lady!"

ALL: Never, never, never, Faint heart never won fair lady!
Every journey has an end--
When at the worst affairs will mend--
Dark the dawn when day is nigh--
Hustle your horse and don't say die!

LORD TOLL: He who shies At such a prize
Is not worth a maravedi,
Be so kind To bear in mind-- Faint heart never won fair lady!

ALL: Never, never, never, Faint heart never won fair lady!
While the sun shines make your hay--
Where a will is, there's a way--
Beard the lion in his lair--
None but the brave deserve the fair!

LORD CH: I'll take heart And make a start--
Though I fear the prospect's shady--
Much I'd spend To gain my end-- Faint heart never won fair lady!

ALL: Never, never, never, Faint heart never won fair lady!
Nothing venture, nothing win--
Blood is thick, but water's thin--
In for a penny, in for a pound--
It's Love that makes the world go round!

Nothing venture, nothing win--
Blood is thick, but water's thin--
In for a penny, in for a pound--
It's Love that makes the world go round!

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The Mikado

Three Little Maids from School
TRIO - YUM-YUM, PEEP-BO, PITTI-SING with CHORUS

THE THREE: Three little maids from school are we,
Pert as a school-girl well can be,
Filled to the brim with girlish glee,
Three little maids from school!

YUM-YUM: Everything is a source of fun. (Giggle.)

PEEP-BO: Nobody's safe, for we care for none! (Giggle.)

PITTI-SING: Life is a joke that's just begun! (Giggle.)

THE THREE: Three little maids from school!

ALL (dancing): Three little maids who, all unwary,
Come from a ladies' seminary,
Freed from its genius tutelary--

THE THREE (suddenly demure): Three little maids from school!

YUM-YUM: One little maid is a bride, Yum-Yum--

PEEP-BO: Two little maids in attendance come--

PITTI-SING: Three little maids is the total sum.

THE THREE: Three little maids from school!

YUM-YUM: From three little maids take one away.

PEEP-BO: Two little maids remain, and they--

PITTI-SING: Won't have to wait very long, they say--

THE THREE: Three little maids from school!

ALL (dancing): Three little maids who, all unwary,
Come from a ladies' seminary,
Freed from its genius tutelary--

THE THREE (suddenly demure): Three little maids from school!

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Ruddigore

If Somebody There Chanced to Be
BALLAD - ROSE

If somebody there chanced to be
Who loved me in a manner true,
My heart would point him out to me,
And I would point him out to you.
(Referring to book.)
But here it says of those who point--
Their manners must be out of joint--
You may not point--
You must not point--
It's manners out of joint, to point!

Ah! Had I the love of such as he,
Some quiet spot he'd take me to,
Then he could whisper it to me,
And I could whisper it to you.
(Referring to book.)
But whispering, I've somewhere met,
Is contrary to etiquette:
Where can it be (Searching book.)
Now let me see--(Finding reference.)
Yes, yes! It's contrary to etiquette!

If any well-bred youth I knew,
Polite and gentle, neat and trim,
Then I would hint as much to you,
And you could hint as much to him.
(Referring to book.)
But here it says, in plainest print,
"It's most unladylike to hint"--
You may not hint,
You must not hint--
It says you mustn't hint, in print!

Ah! And if I loved him through and through--
(True love and not a passing whim),
Then I could speak of it to you,
And you could speak of it to him.
(Referring to book.)
But here I find it doesn't do
To speak until you're spoken to.
Where can it be? (Searching book.)
Now let me see--(Finding reference.)
Yes, yes! "Don't speak until you're spoken to!"

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Yeomen of the Guard

'Tis Done! I am a Bride!
RECITATIVE AND SONG - ELSIE

'Tis done! I am a bride!
Oh, little ring, That bearest in thy circlet all the gladness
That lovers hope for, and that poets sing,
What bringest thou to me but gold and sadness?
A bridegroom all unknown, save in this wise,
To-day he dies! To-day, alas, he dies!

Though tear and long-drawn sigh
Ill fit a bride,
No sadder wife than I
The whole world wide!
Ah me! Ah me!
Yet maids there be
Who would consent to lose
The very rose of youth,
The flow'r of life,
To be, in honest truth,
A wedded wife,
No matter whose!
No matter whose!

Ah me! what profit we,
O maids that sigh,
Though gold, though gold should live
If wedded love must die?

Ere half an hour has rung,
A widow I!
Ah, heaven, he is too young,
Too brave to die!
Ah me! Ah me!
Yet wives there be
So weary worn, I trow,
That they would scarce complain,
So that they could
In half an hour attain
To widowhood,
No matter how!
No matter how!

O weary wives
Who widowhood would win,
Rejoice, rejoice, that ye have time
To weary in.

O weary wives
Who widowhood would win,
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice,
O weary, weary wives, rejoice!

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Utopia, Limited

A Tenor All Singers Above
RECITATIVE and SONG - CAPTAIN FITZBATTLEAXE

Oh, Zara, my beloved one, bear with me!
Ah, do not laugh at my attempted C!
Repent not, mocking maid, thy girlhood's choice--
The fervour of my love affects my voice!

A tenor, all singers above
(This doesn't admit of a question),
Should keep himself quiet,
Attend to his diet
And carefully nurse his digestion;
But when he is madly in love
It's certain to tell on his singing--
You can't do the proper chromatics
With proper emphatics
When anguish your bosom is wringing!
When distracted with worries in plenty,
And his pulse is a hundred and twenty,
And his fluttering bosom the slave of mistrust is,
A tenor can't do himself justice,
Now observe--(sings a high note),
You see, I can't do myself justice!

I could sing if my fervour were mock,
It's easy enough if you're acting--
But when one's emotion
Is born of devotion
You mustn't be over-exacting.
One ought to be firm as a rock
To venture a shake in vibrato,
When fervour's expected
Keep cool and collected
Or never attempt agitato.
But, of course, when his tongue is of leather,
And his lips appear pasted together,
And his sensitive palate as dry as a crust is,
A tenor can't do himself justice.
Now observe--(sings a high note),
It's no use--I can't do myself justice!

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The New Moon

Lover Come Back to Me
(Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II)

DUET- ROBERT and MARYANNE

The sky was blue, and high above,
The moon was new, and so was love.
This eager heart of mine was singing:
Lover where can you be?

You came at last, love had its day,
That day is past, you've gone away.
This aching heart of mine is singing:
Lover come back to me!

When I remember every little thing you used to do,
I'm so lonly,
Ev'ry road I walk along I've walked along with you,
No wonder I am lonely.

The sky is blue, the night is cold,
The moon is new, but love is old,
And while I'm waiting here,
This hear of mine is singing:
Lover come back to me!

When I remember every little thing you used to do,
I'm so lonly,
Ev'ry road I walk along I've walked along with you,
No wonder I am lonely.

The sky is blue, the night is cold,
The moon is new, but love is old,
And while I'm waiting here,
This hear of mine is singing:
Lover come back to me!

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My Fair Lady

I Could have Danced All Night
(Lyrics by Alan J. Lerner)

SONG - ELIZA

Bed, bed, I couldn't go to bed.
My head's too light to try to set it down.
Sleep, sleep, I could't sleep tonight.
Not for all the jewels in the crown.

I could have danced all night,
I could have danced all night,
And still have begged for more.
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things
I've never done before.
I'll never know what made it so exciting.
Why all at once my heart took flight.
I only know when he
Began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced,
all night.

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Update: 14-September-1996 BAH