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DR. DALY: Oh, my voice is sad and low
And with timid step I go;
For with load of love o'erladen
I enquire of every maiden,
"Will you wed me, little lady?
Will you share my cottage shady?"
Little lady answers "No! No! No!
Thank you for your kindly proffer,
Good your heart, and full your coffer,
Yet I must decline your offer,
I'm engaged to Soandso!"
Soandso! Soandso!
Soandso! Soandso!
"I'm engaged to Soandso!"
What a rogue young hearts to pillage;
What a worker on Love's tillage!
Every maiden in the village
Is engaged to Soandso!
Soandso! Soandso!
Soandso! Soandso!
All engaged to Soandso!

ALINE & DR. D.: Oh, joyous boon! oh, mad delight;
Oh, sun and moon! oh, day and night!
Rejoice, rejoice with me!
Proclaim our joy, ye birds above;
Ye brooklets, murmur forth our love,
In choral ecstasy:
DR. D.: Oh, joyous boon!
ALINE: Oh, mad delight!
DR, D.: Oh, sun and moon!
ALINE: Oh, day and night!
BOTH: Rejoice with me!
Rejoice with me!
Rejoice, rejoice with me!

ALEXIS: Aline my only love, my happiness!
The philtre: you have tasted it?
ALINE: Yes! Yes!
ALEXIS: Oh, joy, mine, mine for ever, and for ever!
ALINE: Alexis, don't do that; you must not!
ALEXIS: Why?

ALINE: Alas! that lovers thus should meet:
Oh, pity, pity me!
Oh, charge me not with cold deceit;
Oh, pity, pity me!
You bade me drink: with trembling awe
I drank, and, by the potion's law,
I loved the very first I saw!
Oh, pity, pity, me!

DR. D.: My dear young friend, consolèd be;
We pity, pity you.
In this I'm not an agent free;
We pity, pity you.
Some most extraordinary spell
O'er us has cast its magic fell:
The consequence I need not tell.
We pity, pity you.

ALEXIS: Some most extraordinary spell
ALL. O'er us/them has cast its magic fell;
ALEXIS: False one, be gone: I spurn thee,
To thy new lover turn thee!
Thy perfidy all men shall know,
ALL I could not help it! Come one, come all!
We could not help it! Obey my call!
I could not help it! Come hither, run!
I could not help it!
I could not help it! Oh, alas!

CHORUS: Oh, what is the matter, and what is the clatter?
He's glowering at her, and threatens a blow!
Oh, why does he batter the girl he did flatter?
And why does the latter recoil from him so?
Oh, what is the matter, and what is the clatter?
Oh, why does he batter the girl he did flatter?
And why does the latter recoil from him so?
Why does the latter recoil from him so?

ALEXIS: Prepare for sad surprises:
My love Aline despises!
No thought of sorrow shames her:
Another lover claims her!
Be his, false girl, for better or for worse;
But, ere you leave me, may a lover's curse...

By Arthur Sullivan
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Sorcerer Nos 21 & 22
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Alexis
Dr. Daly
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