Overture Lyrics

Overture Twenty love-sick maidens we Still brooding on their mad infatuation I cannot tell what this love may be Twenty love-sick maidens we The soldiers of our Queen If you want a receipt for that popular mystery In a doleful train two and two we walk all day Twenty love-sick maidens we When I first put this uniform on Am I alone and unobserved? If You're Anxious For To Shine Long years ago - fourteen, maybe Prithee, pretty maiden - prithee Though to marry you Let the merry cymbals sound Now tell us, we pray you Heart broken at my Patience's barbarity Stay, we implore you, before our hopes are blighted Your maidens hearts, ah, do steel Come, Walk Up, and Purchase With Avidity We've Been Thrown Over, We're Aware And Are You Going a Ticket to Buy? Hold! Stay Your Hand! True Love Must Single-Hearted Be I Hear the Soft Note of the Echoing Voice But Who Is This, Whose God-Like Grace List Reginald, Whilst I Confess a Love On Such Eyes as Maidens Cherish Sad Is a Woman's Lot Who, Year by Year Silvered Is the Raven Hair Turn, Oh Turn in This Direction A Magnet Hung in a Hardware Shop Love Is a Plaintive Song So Go to Him and Say to Him It's Clear That the Mediaeval If Saphir I Choose to Marry When I Go Out of the Door I'm a Waterloo House Young Man After Much Debate Internal, I on Lady Jane Decide

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