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Trial by Jury. When first my old, old love I knew |
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When I, good friends, was call'd to the bar |
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With a sense of deep emotion |
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Oh, gentlemen, listen |
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The sorcerer. Time was, when love and I |
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My name is John Wellington Wells |
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Now to the banquet we press |
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H.M.S. pinafore. We sail the ocean blue |
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I'm called little buttercup |
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A maiden fair to see |
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I am the captain of the Pinafore |
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Sorry her lot |
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I am the monarch of the sea |
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When I was a lad |
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Refrain, audacious tar |
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Things are seldom what they seem |
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Never mind the why and wherefore |
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Kind captain, I've important information |
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Carefully on tiptoe stealing |
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He is an Englishman |
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Farewell, my own |
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The pirates of penzance. When Frederic was a little lad |
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Oh better far to live and die |
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Climbing over Rocky mountain |
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Oh, is there not one maiden breast |
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Poor wandering one |
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Model of a modern major-general |
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When the foeman bares his steel |
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Ah, leave me not to pine |
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A policeman's lot is not a happy one |
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With catlike tread |
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Patience. Twenty love-sick maidens we |
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I cannot tell what this love may be |
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If you want a receipt |
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When I first put this uniform on |
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If you're anxious for to shine |
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Prithee, pretty maiden |
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Silvered is the raven hair |
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The magnet and the churn |
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Love is a plaintive song |
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When I go out of door |
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Iolanthe. We are dainty little fairies |
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Good morrow, good lover |
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None shall part us |
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Loudly let the trumpet bray |
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The law is the true embodiment |
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Of all the young ladies I know |
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Spurn not the nobly born |
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When I went to the bar |
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Young strephone is the kind of lout |
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When all night long |
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When Britain really ruled the waves |
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Oh, foolish fay |
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When you're lying awake |
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Faint heart never won fair lady |
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If we're weak enough to tarry |
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Princess Ida. Ida was twelvemonth old |
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If you give me your attention |
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Expressive glances |
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Would you know the kind of maid |
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The Mikado. If you want to know who we are |
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A wand'ring minstrel |
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Behold the lord high executioner |
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I've got a little list |
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Three little maids from school |
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Were you not to Ko-Ko plighted |
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For he's going ro marry Yum-Yum |
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Braid the raven hair |
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The moon and I |
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Brightly dawns our wedding day |
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Here's a how-de-do |
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From every kind of man |
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My object all sublime |
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The criminal cried |
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The flowers that bloom in the spring |
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Tit-willow |
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Ruddigore. If somebody there chanced to be |
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I know a youth |
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My boy, you may take it from me |
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When the night wind howls |
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There grew a little flower |
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The yeomen of the guard. When maiden loves |
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When our gallant norman foes |
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Is life a boon? |
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I have a song to sing, O! |
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Were I thy bride |
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Oh, a private buffoon |
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Strange adventure |
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A man who would woo a fair maid |
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When a wooer goes a-wooing |
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The gondoliers. Roses white and roses red |
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We're called gondolieri |
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In enterprise of martial kind |
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There was a time |
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I stole the prince |
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When a merry maiden marries |
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O my darling, O my pet |
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Rising early in the morning |
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Take a pair of sparkling eyes |
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Dance a cachucha |
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There lived a king |
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I am a courtier grave and serious |
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Trial by Jury. When first my old, old love I knew |
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When I, good friends, was call'd to the bar |
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With a sense of deep emotion |
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