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RALPH: Can I survive this overbearing
Or live a life of mad despairing,
My proffered love despised, rejected?
No, no, it's not to be expected!
Messmates ahoy!
Come here! Come here!
CHORUS: Aye, aye, my boy,
What cheer, what cheer?
Now tell us, pray,
Without delay,
What does she say
What cheer, what cheer?
RALPH: The maiden treats my suit with scorn,
Rejects my humble gift, my lady;
She says I am ignobly born,
And cuts my hopes adrift, my lady.
CHORUS: Oh, cruel one! Oh, cruel one!
DICK: She spurns your suit? Oho! Oho!
I told you so, I told you so.
CHORUS: Shall we/they submit?
Are we/they but slaves?
Love comes alike to high and low.
Britannia's sailors rule the waves,
And shall they stoop to insult? No! No!
DICK: You must submit, you are but slaves;
A lady she! Oho! Oho!
You lowly toilers of the waves,
She spurns you all I told you so!
CHORUS: Shall we/they submit?
Are we/they but slaves?
Shall we/they submit?
Are we/they but slaves?
Love comes alike to high and low--
Britannia's sailors rule the waves,
And shall they stoop to insult? No! No!
RALPH: My friends, my leave of life I'm taking,
For oh, my heart, my heart is breaking.
When I am gone, oh, prithee tell
The maid that, as I died, I loved her well!
CHORUS: Of life, alas! his leave he's taking,
For ah! his faithful heart is breaking;
When he is gone we'll surely tell
The maid, that as he died, he loved her well.
RALPH: Be warned, my messmates all
Who love in rank above you--
For Josephine I fall!
JOS.: Ah! stay your hand! I love you!
CHORUS: Ah! stay your hand! she loves you!
RALPH: Loves me?
JOS: Loves you!
CHORUS: Yes, yes, ah, yes, she loves you!
JOS., HEBE & RALPH: Oh joy, oh rapture unforeseen,
For now the sky is all serene;
The god of day, the orb of love--
Has hung his ensign high above,
The sky is all ablaze.
RALPH: With wooing words and loving song,
JOS., HEBE & RALPH: We'll chase the lagging hours along,
And if we find the maiden coy,
We'll murmur forth decorous joy
In dreamy roundelays!
DICK: He thinks he's won his Josephine,
But though the sky is now serene,
A frowning thunderbolt above
May end their illassorted love
Which now is all ablaze.
Our captain, ere the day is gone,
Will be extremely down upon
The wicked men who art employ
To make his Josephine less coy
In many various ways.
JOS., HEBE & RALPH: Oh joy, oh rapture unforeseen,
For now the sky is all serene;
The god of day, the orb of love--
Has hung his ensign high above,
The sky is all ablaze.
is all ablaze.
is all ablaze.
The sky is all
is all ablaze.
JOS. This very night,
HEBE: With bated breath,
RALPH: And muffled oar,
JOS: Without a light,
HEBE: As still as death,
RALPH: We'll steal ashore.
JOS: A clergyman,
RALPH: Shall make us one,
BOATSWAIN: At half past ten.
JOS: And then we can
RALPH: Return, for none
BOATSWAIN: Can part them then.
JOS. This very night,
HEBE: With bated breath,
RALPH: And muffled oar,
JOS: Without a light,
HEBE: As still as death,
RALPH: We'll steal ashore.
JOS: A clergyman,
RALPH: Shall make us one,
HEBE & BOATSWAIN: At half past ten.
JOS: And then we can
RALPH: Return, for none
BUTTERCUP & BOATSWAIN: Can part them then.
JOS. & SOPS.:This very night
With bated breath,
And muffled oar,
Without a light,
As still as death,
We'll steal ashore.
A clergyman
Will make us/them one,
At half past ten,
And then we can
Return, for none
Can part us then.
A clergyman
Shall make us/them one,
At half past ten,
And then we can
Return, for none
Can part us then.
ALL: This very night,
With bated breath,
And muffled oar,
Without a light,
As still as death,
We'll steal ashore.
A clergyman will make us/them one,
At half past ten,
And then we can
Return, for none,
none,
None can part us/them then.
DICK: Forbear nor carry out the scheme you've planned;
She is a lady you a foremast hand!
Remember, she's your gallant captain's daughter,
And you the meanest slave that crawls the water!
CHORUS: Back, vermin, back,
Nor mock us!
Back, vermin, back,
You shock us!
Let's give three cheers for the sailor's bride
Who casts all thought of rank aside,
Who gives up home and fortune, too,
For the honest love of a sailor true!
Tra la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la!
Let's give three cheers for the sailor's bride
Who casts all thought of rank a side,
Who gives up home and fortune, too,
For the honest love of a sailor true!
LADIES: For a British tar is a soaring soul
As free as a mountain bird!
His energetic fist should be ready to resist
A dictatorial word!
His eyes should flash with an inborn fire,
His brow with scorn be wrung,
He never should bow down to a domineering frown,
Or the tang of a tyrant tongue.
MEN: His nose should pant and his lip should curl,
His cheeks should flame and his brow should furl,
His bosom should heave and his heart should glow,
And his fist be ever ready for a knockdown blow.
ALL: His foot should stamp and his throat should growl,
His hair should twirl and his face should scowl,
His eyes should flash and his breast protrude,
And this should be his customary attitude.
PRINCIPALS: His eyes should flash
His breast protrude,
His eyes should flash,
His eyes should flash,
His breast protrude,
His eyes should flash, yes,
His eyes should flash,
ALL: His foot should stamp,
And his throat, his throat should growl,
His hair should twirl
And his face should scowl,
His eyes should flash
His breast protrude,
And this should be his customary attitude!

By Arthur Sullivan
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Pinafore Act 1 Finale
Lyrics
Josephine
Buttercup
Hebe
Ralph
Boatswain
Deadeye
Sopranos
Altos
Tenors
Basses
Piano
Piano-2
Tempo Track