No. 16 - Recit and Song - Teresa

from "The Mountebanks"
Words by W. S. Gilbert
Music by Alfred Cellier
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By Alfred Cellier
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[Teresa:] All alone to my eerie
I wander a-weary,
A desolate maid of her lover bereft;
What matter? 'tis only
a heart that is lonely-
A-many the maids that a lover has left!

Whispering breeze,
Bring me my dear!
Wind-shaken trees,
Beckon him here!
Rivulet, hie-
Prithee go see-
Birds, as ye fly,
Call him to me!
Tell him the tale of the tears that I shed-
Tell him I die for the love that is dead!
Tell him the tale of the tears that I shed-
Tell him I die for the love that is dead!

Heart that in jest
Laughed him to scorn,
Now in my breast
Lying forlorn-
Idle to plead!
Cherish thy chain-
Thou shall be freed
Never again!
My heart it is sad and a-weary my head,
For I weep and I die for the love that is dead!
My heart it is sad and a-weary my head,
For I weep and I die for the love that is dead!

Karaoke version compiled by Colin Johnson

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Soft karaoke
Words
Teresa
Right Hand
Left Hand