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No. 21 - Act II Scene 2 - Recitative and Song - Meebles

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Meebles: Ah, can it be?
A few short hours ago my heart was light,
of sorrow little reck'd I;
My cheeks with guilty blushes did not glow,
I didn't have to try and hide my neck-tie.
But now my conscience will not let me rest.
Remorse, remorse is gnawing at my breast!
   
  Oh, the birds carol gaily overhead,
While the beautiful sunbeams shine;
And the lark now has left its wat'ry bed,
But I've never been home to mine.
On a turbulent sea I've launch'd my barque,
Till I'm fairly upon the rocks,
And I've wandered all night round Regent's Park
In my slippers and thin silk socks.
Ah, lack-a-day! Ah, lack-a-day!
   
  Once I'd a soul that knew no sorrow,
Once I'd a heart that was content,
Once I'd a shirt without a speck of dirt,
Once I'd a hat without a dent, Ah!
Once I'd a head that was not aching,
Once I had shins that were not sore.
Will this soul be free from care?
Will this heart be light as air!
Will this suit be fit to wear?
Ah, nevermore!
   
  I have stray'd from the path I trod for years,
I have wallow'd in crime most grave;
Oh, my cheeks they are salt with sad, sad tears,
And I haven't had time to shave.
I've been scorch'd like some foolish wayward moth
In the flickering flame of vice,
And I've crouch'd underneath a table-cloth
With a lady who pinch'd me twice.
Ah, lack-a-day! Ah, lack-a-day!
   
  Once I'd a soul that knew no sorrow,
Once I'd a heart that was content,
Once I'd a face where only smiles found place,
Once I'd a nose that wasn't bent. Ah!
I'd never fallen thro' a skylight,
Down from the first or second floor.
Retribution's on my heels,
Shall I list to youth's appeals?
Shall I sit down to my meals?
Ah, nevermore!



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