Copyright © 2004 by Paul Howarth

[Defendant] When first my old, old love I knew,
My bosom welled with joy;
My riches at her feet I threw,
I was a lovesick boy!
No terms seemed too extravagant
Upon her to employ;
I used to mope, and sigh, and pant,
Just like a lovesick boy!
Tinkatank! Tinkatank! Tinkatank!
[Chorus] Tinkatank!
[Defendant] Tinkatank! Tinkatank! Tinkatank!
[Chorus] Tinkatank!
[Defendant] I used to mope, and sigh, and pant,
Just like a lovesick boy!

But joy incessant palls the sense;
And love, unchanged, will cloy,
And she became a bore intense
Unto her lovesick boy!
With fitful glimmer burnt my flame,
And I grew cold and coy,
At last, one morning, I became
Another's lovesick boy.
Tinkatank! Tinkatank! Tinkatank!
[Chorus] Tinkatank!
[Defendant] Tinkatank! Tinkatank! Tinkatank!
[Chorus] Tinkatank!
[Defendant] I used to mope, and sigh, and pant,
Just like a lovesick boy!
[Chorus] Tinkatank!
[Chorus] Oh, I was like that when a lad!
A shocking young scamp of a rover,
I behaved like a regular cad;
But that sort of thing is all over.
I'm now a respectable chap
And shine with a virtue resplendent
And, therefore, I haven't a scrap
Of sympathy with the defendant!
He shall treat us with awe,
If there isn't a flaw,
Singing so merrily, Triallalaw!
Triallalaw! Triallalaw!
Singing so merrily, Triallalaw!
Triallalaw! Triallalaw!
Singing so merrily, Triallalaw!
Triallalaw! Triallalaw!
Singing so merrily, Triallalaw!

By Arthur Sullivan
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Trial by Jury No. 2
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