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[All] In sailing o'er life's ocean wide
Your heart should be your only guide;
With summer sea and favouring wind,
Yourself in port you'll surely find.

[Richard] My heart says, "To this maiden strike,
She's captured you.
She's just the sort of girl you like,
You know you do.
If other man her heart should gain,
I shall resign."
That's what it says to me quite plain,
This heart of mine,
This heart of mine.

[Robin] My heart says, "You've a prosperous lot,
With acres wide;
You mean to settle all you've got
Upon your bride."
It don't pretend to shape my acts
By word or sign;
It merely states these simple facts,
This heart of mine,
This heart of mine!

[Rose] Ten minutes since my heart said "white",
It now says "black".
It then said "left", it now says "right",
Hearts often tack.
I must obey its latest strain:
You tell me so.
But should it change its mind again,
I'll let you know,
I'll let you know.

[All] In sailing o'er life's ocean wide
No doubt the heart should be your guide;
But it is awkward when you find
A heart, a heart that does not know its mind,
A heart, a heart, a heart that does not know its mind,
A heart, a heart that does not know its mind!

By Arthur Sullivan
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Ruddigore No. 10
Lyrics
Rose
Richard
Robin
Right Hand
Left Hand