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| Overture |
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| Tripping hither, tripping hither |
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| Iolanthe! From thy dark exile thou art summoned |
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| Good morrow, good mother — Fare thee well, attractive stranger — Good morrow, good lover — None shall part us from each other |
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| Loudly let the trumpet bray! |
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| The law is the true embodiment of everything that's excellent — My well-loved Lord and Guardian dear |
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| Though the views of the House have diverged — Nay, tempt me not — Spurn not the nobly born |
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| My Lords, it may not be — When I went to the Bar as a very young man |
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| When darkly looms the day |
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| For riches and rank I do not long |
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| Go away, madam |
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Every bill and measure
— With Strephon for your foe, no doubt, a fearful prospect opens out
— Young Strephon is the kind of lout we do not care a fig about |
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| When all night long a chap remains — Strephon's a Member of Parliament |
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| When Britain really ruled the waves |
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| In vain to us you plead |
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| Oh, foolish fay — Though p'r'aps I may incur your blame |
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| Love unrequited robs me of my rest — When you're lying awake with a dismal headache |
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| If you go in — If you're weak enough to tarry |
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| My Lord, a suppliant at your feet I kneel — It may not be, for so the fates decide |
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| Soon as we may, off and away |
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