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[Patience] Long years ago, fourteen, maybe,
When but a tiny babe of four,
Another baby played with me,
My elder by a year or more;

A little child of beauty rare,
With marv'lous eyes and wondrous hair,
Who, in my childeyes, seemed to me
All that a little child should be!
Ah, how we loved, that child and I!
How pure our baby joy!
How true our love: and, by the bye,
He was a little boy!

[Angela] Ah, old, old tale of Cupid's touch!
I thought as much, I thought as much!
He was a little boy!

[Patience] Pray don't misconstrue what I say;
Remember, pray, remember, pray,
He was a little boy!

[Angela] No doubt! Yet, spite of all your pains,
The interesting fact remains:
He was a little boy!

[Both] Ah,/No yes,/no doubt/,yet spite of all my/your pains,
The interesting fact remains:
He was a little boy!
He was a little boy!

By Arthur Sullivan
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Patience No. 7
Lyrics
Patience
Angela
Right Hand
Left Hand
Conductor