Her Majesty's Ship "Pinafore": Or, The Lass that Loved a Sailor : an Entirely Original Comic Opera, in Two ActsO. Ditson, 1879 - 31 pàgines |
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air with warbling Aloud ARTHUR SULLIVAN aunts baby-farming bells on board BOAT Boatswain BOSTON Cantata CAPT Captain Corcoran Chorus COMIC OPERA COMPOSED BY ARTHUR COUSIN HEBE crew DICK DEADEYE dungeon cell Englishman Enter JOSEPHINE Exit eyes should flash fellow foot should stamp G. D. RUSSELL gallant captain's daughter give three cheers H. M. S. PINAFORE heart honor humble captain's child humble captain's daughter Hurrah J. E. DITSON J. L. PETERS joy be laden lady LASS THAT LOVED lordship Love can level LOVED A SAILOR LYON & HEALY MAJESTY'S SHIP PINAFORE merry bells merry maiden Messmates MUSIC AND MUSIC Music Books mystic lady's never OLIVER DITSON Operetta poor Little Buttercup quarter-deck Queen's Navee Ralph Rackstraw REED ORGANS Ring the merry Ruler seaman Sheet Music Sing hey Sir Joseph Porter sisters thee I sing topman Vocal W. S. GILBERT well-a-day WRITTEN BY W. S. Волт САРТ
Passatges populars
Pàgina 11 - Now landsmen all, whoever you may be, If you want to rise to the top of the tree, If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool, Be careful to be guided by this golden rule— Stick close to your desks and never go to sea, And you all may be Rulers of the Queen's Navee!
Pàgina 7 - He's hardly ever sick at sea! Then give three cheers, and one cheer more, For the hardy Captain of the Pinafore!
Pàgina 27 - He is an Englishman! For he himself has said it, And it's greatly to his credit, That he is an Englishman!
Pàgina 8 - Sorry her lot who loves too well, Heavy the heart that hopes but vainly, Sad are the sighs that own the spell, Uttered by eyes that speak too plainly; Heavy the sorrow that bows the head When love is alive and hope is dead! Sad is the hour when sets the sun — Dark is the night to earth's poor daughters, When to the ark the wearied one Flies from the empty waste of waters! Heavy the sorrow that bows the head When love is alive and hope is dead!
Pàgina 11 - I grew so rich that I was sent By a pocket borough into Parliament. I always voted at my party's call, And I never thought of thinking for myself at all.
Pàgina 16 - My friends, my leave of life I'm taking. For oh, for oh, my heart is breaking. When I am gone, oh, prithee tell The maid that, as I died, I loved her well!
Pàgina 20 - Black sheep dwell in every fold; All that glitters is not gold; Storks turn out to be but logs; Bulls are but inflated frogs.
Pàgina 16 - All (turning away, weeping). Of life, alas! his leave he's taking, For, ah! his faithful heart is breaking. When he is gone we'll surely tell The maid that, as he died, he loved her well. (During chorus he has loaded pistol.) Ralph. Be warned, my messmates all Who love in rank above you — For Josephine I fall!
Pàgina 8 - Come, my child, let us talk this over. In a matter of the heart I would not coerce my daughter — I attach but little value to rank or wealth, but the line must be drawn somewhere.
Pàgina 17 - And if | ^^Jj [ the maiden coy, -j -yye)ll [- murmur forth decorous joy In dreamy roundelays ! DICK DEADEYE. He thinks he's won his Josephine, But though the sky is now serene, A frowning thunderbolt above May end their ill-assorted love Which now is all ablaze. Our captain, ere the day is gone, Will be extremely down upon The wicked men, who art employ To make his Josephine his coy In many various ways.