Sequenced by Chris Bailward

BUTTERCUP: But tell me who's the youth whose falt'ring feet
With difficulty bear him on his course?
BOATSWAIN: That is the smartest lad in all the fleet,
Ralph Rackstraw.
BUTTERCUP: Ralph! that name! Remorse! Remorse!
RALPH: The Nightingale
Sighed for the moon's bright ray
And told his tale
In his own melodious way!
He sang "Ah, welladay!"
CHORUS: He sang "Ah, welladay!"

RALPH: The lowly vale
For the mountain vainly sighed,
To his humble wail
The echoing hills replied.
They sang "Ah, welladay!"
CHORUS: They sang "Ah, welladay!"

RALPH: I know the value of a kindly chorus,
But choruses yield little consolation
When we have pain and sorrow too before us!
I love, and love, alas, above my station!

BUTTERCUP: He loves, and loves a lass above his station.
CHORUS: Yes, yes, the lass is much above his station.

RALPH: A maiden fair to see,
The pearl of minstrelsy,
A bud of blushing beauty;
For whom proud nobles sigh,
And with each other vie
To do her menial's duty.
CHORUS: To do her menial's duty.

RALPH: A suitor, lowly born,
With hopeless passion torn,
And poor beyond denying,
Has dared for her to pine
At whose exalted shrine
A world of wealth is sighing.
CHORUS: A world of wealth is sighing.

Unlearned he in aught
Save that which love has taught
(For love had been his tutor);
Oh, pity, pity me,
Our captain's daughter she,
And I that lowly suitor!
Oh, pity, pity me,
Our captain's daughter she,
And I that lowly suitor!

By G & S
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Lyrics
Buttercup
Boatswain/Ralph
Tenors
Staff-2
Piano
Piano-2
Tempo Track