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No. 21 - Act II Scene 2 - Recitative and Song - Meebles
| Meebles: | Ah, can it be? A few short hours ago my heart was light, of sorrow little reck'd I; My cheeks with guilty blushes did not glow, I didn't have to try and hide my neck-tie. But now my conscience will not let me rest. Remorse, remorse is gnawing at my breast! |
| Oh, the birds carol gaily overhead, While the beautiful sunbeams shine; And the lark now has left its wat'ry bed, But I've never been home to mine. On a turbulent sea I've launch'd my barque, Till I'm fairly upon the rocks, And I've wandered all night round Regent's Park In my slippers and thin silk socks. Ah, lack-a-day! Ah, lack-a-day! |
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| Once I'd a soul that knew no sorrow, Once I'd a heart that was content, Once I'd a shirt without a speck of dirt, Once I'd a hat without a dent, Ah! Once I'd a head that was not aching, Once I had shins that were not sore. Will this soul be free from care? Will this heart be light as air! Will this suit be fit to wear? Ah, nevermore! |
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| I have stray'd from the path I trod for years, I have wallow'd in crime most grave; Oh, my cheeks they are salt with sad, sad tears, And I haven't had time to shave. I've been scorch'd like some foolish wayward moth In the flickering flame of vice, And I've crouch'd underneath a table-cloth With a lady who pinch'd me twice. Ah, lack-a-day! Ah, lack-a-day! |
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| Once I'd a soul that knew no sorrow, Once I'd a heart that was content, Once I'd a face where only smiles found place, Once I'd a nose that wasn't bent. Ah! I'd never fallen thro' a skylight, Down from the first or second floor. Retribution's on my heels, Shall I list to youth's appeals? Shall I sit down to my meals? Ah, nevermore! |
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