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No. 3: Recit. & Ballad (Dr. Daly)

"The air is charged with amatory numbers...
Time was when Love and I were well acquainted"

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Dr. Daly.

The air is charged with amatory numbers –
Soft madrigals, and dreamy lovers’ lays.
Peace, peace, old heart!
Why waken from its slumbers
The aching memory of the old, old days?

Time was when Love and I were well acquainted.
Time was when we walked ever hand in hand.
A saintly youth, with worldly thought untainted,
None better loved than I in all the land!
Time was, when maidens of the noblest station,
Forsaking even military men,
Would gaze upon me, rapt in adoration –
Ah me,
Ah me, I was a fair young curate then!

Rutland Barrington as Dr. Daly, 1877
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Kenneth Sandford as Dr. Daly 1971
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Had I a headache? sighed the maids assembled;
Had I a cold? welled forth the silent tear;
Did I look pale? then half a parish trembled;
And when I coughed all thought the end was near!
I had no care – no jealous doubts hung o’er me –
For I was loved beyond all other men.
Fled gilded dukes and belted earls before me –
Ah me,
Ah me, I was a pale young curate then!
A pale young curate,
A pale young curate,
Ah me, I was a pale young curate then!

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