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MR. W.: Oh, I have wrought much evil with my spells!
An ill I can't undo!
This is too bad of you, J. W. Wells,
What wrong have they done you?
And see, another lovelorn lady comes:
Alas, poor stricken dame!
A gentle pensiveness her life benumbs:
And mine, alone, the blame!

LADY S.: Alas, ah me! and welladay!
I sigh for love, and well I may,
For I am very old and grey.
But stay!
What is this fairy form I see before me?
MR. W.: Oh horrible! She's going to adore me!
This last catastrophe is overpowering!
LADY S.: Why do you glare at me with visage lowering?
For pity's sake recoil not thus from me!
MR. W.: My lady leave me: this may never be!

Hate me! I drop my H's: have through life!
LADY S.: Love me! I'll drop them too!
MR. W.: Hate me! I always eat peas with a knife!
LADY S.: Love me! I'll eat like you!
MR. W.: Hate me! I often roll down One Tree Hill!
LADY S.: Love me! I'll meet you there!
MR. W.: Hate me! I sometimes go to Rosherville!
LADY S.: Love me! that joy I'll share!

Love me! My prejudices I'll for ever drop!
MR. W.: Hate me! That's not enough!
LADY S.: Love me! I'll come and help you in the shop!
MR. W.: Hate me! the life is rough!
LADY S.: Love me! my grammar I will all forswear!
MR. W.: Hate me! abjure my lot!
LADY S.: Love me! I'll stick sunflowers in my hair!
MR. W.: Hate me! they'll suit you not!

At what I'm going to say be not enraged;
I may not love you: for I am engaged!
LADY S.: Engaged! Engaged!
MR. W.: Engaged!
To a maiden fair,
With bright brown hair,
And a sweet and simple smile,
Who waits for me
By the sounding sea,
On a South Pacific isle.
A lie! No maiden waits me there!
LADY S.: She has bright brown hair;
MR. W.: A lie! No maiden smiles on me!
LADY S.: By the sounding sea!
BOTH: The sounding sea!

LADY S.: Oh agony, rage, despair!
The maiden has bright brown hair,
And mine is as white as snow!
False man, it will be your fault,
If I go to my family vault,
And bury my lifelong woe!
MR. W.: Oh agony, rage, despair!
Oh, where will this end, oh, where?
I should very much like to know!
It will certainly be my fault,
If she goes to her family vault,
To bury her lifelong woe!

LADY S.: False man, it will be your fault,
If I go to my family vault,
And bury my lifelong woe!
The family vault,
MR. W.: The vault,
LADY S.: The family vault,
BOTH: The family vault,
MR. W.: The family vault,
LADY S.: The vault,
MR. W.: The family vault,
LADY S.: The vault,
MR. W.: The family vault,
BOTH: The family vault,
MR. W.: The family vault,
LADY S.: The vault,
MR. W.: The family vault,
LADY S.: The vault,
MR. W.: The family vault,
BOTH: Yes, the family vault!

By Arthur Sullivan
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Sorcerer No. 19
Lyric
Lady Sangazure
Mr. Wells
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Left Hand
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