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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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| Twenty lovesick maidens we (first reprise) |
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| The soldiers of our Queen |
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| If you want a receipt for that popular mystery |
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| In a doleful train, two and two we walk |
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| Twenty lovesick maidens we (second reprise) |
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| When I first put this uniform on |
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| Am I alone and unobserved? |
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| If you're anxious for to shine |
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| Long years ago, fourteen maybe |
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| Prithee, pretty maiden |
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| Though to marry you would very selfish be |
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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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| Heartbroken at my Patience's barbarity |
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| Stay, we implore you, before our hopes are blighted |
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| Your maiden hearts, ah, do steel |
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| Come, walk up and purchase with avidity |
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| We've been thrown over, we're aware |
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| And are you going a ticket to buy |
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| Hold, stay your hand! |
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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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| But who is this, whose godlike grace proclaims he comes of noble race |
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| List, Reginald, while I confess a love that's all unselfishness |
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| On such eyes as maidens cherish |
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| Said is that woman's lot |
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| Silvered is the raven hair |
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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 Saphire 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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