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| Overture |
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| Twenty lovesick maidens we |
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| Still brooding on their mad infatuation |
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| I cannot tell what this love may be |
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| The soldiers of our Queen — If you want a receipt for that popular mystery |
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| In doleful train, two and two we walk |
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| When I first put this uniform on |
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| Am I alone and unobserved? |
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| Long years ago, fourteen maybe |
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| Prithee, pretty maiden |
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| Let the merry cymbals sound |
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| Now tell us, we pray you, why thus they array you |
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| Your maiden hearts, ah, do not steel to pity's eloquent appeal |
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| Come, walk up, and purchase with avidity |
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| True love must single-hearted be |
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| I hear the soft note of the echoing voice of an old, old love long dead |
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| On such eyes as maidens cherish |
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| Sad is that woman's lot |
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| Turn, oh turn, in this direction |
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| A magnet hung in a hardware shop |
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| Love is a plaintive song |
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| So go to him and say to him, with compliment ironical |
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| It's clear that mediaeval art alone retains its zest |
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| If Saphir I choose to marry |
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| When I go out of door |
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| I'm a Waterloo House young man |
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| After much debate internal |
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