Gilbert and Sullivan Archive
Mirette

There Was Once a Pretty Peasant

No. 22, Sung by Mirette

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There was once a pretty peasant,
And she had a gipsy swain,
(With a heigh, ho! heigh, ho! summer days are fair!)
And his wooing was as pleasant
As the sunshine after rain
(With a heigh, ho! heigh, ho! little birds will pair!)
But a noble high and mighty,
Came to court the peasant girl,
And her little heart was flighty
And her head was in a whirl,
So she left the woodland shady,
In the hope to be a lady
(With a heigh, ho! heigh, ho! castles in the air!)

Sing, ho! Sing, heigh! for the reason why
A lass is bold, or a lad is shy.
Sing, ho! Sing, heigh! for a maid should know
The high to the high, and the low to the low!
Sing, ho! Sing, heigh! for the reason why
A lass is bold, or a lad is shy.
Sing, ho! Sing, heigh! for a maid should know
The high to the high, and the low to the low!

So she tried to ape the fashion
Of a girl of noble rank
(With a heigh, ho! heigh, ho! so a lass pretends!)
And the noble in his passion
Turned a gipsy mountebank
(With a heigh, ho! heigh, ho! pleasant for his friends!)
But the dresses didn't fit her,
And the manners wouldn't come,
And the noble found it bitter
To be beating of a drum,
Till she managed to discover
She preferred her gipsy lover
(With a heigh, ho! heigh, ho! so the story ends!)

Sing, ho! Sing, heigh! for a foolish sigh,
For the old loves live, and the new loves die.
Sing, ho! Sing, heigh! for the dreams that go,
And that is the end of the tale, you know!
Sing, ho! Sing, heigh! for a foolish sigh,
For the old loves live, and the new loves die.
Sing, ho! Sing, heigh! for the dreams that go,
And that is the end of the tale, you know!

 

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