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No. 12: Song (Zayda) and Chorus.
| Zayda. |
| I never profess to make a guess — |
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That smacks of perspicacity — |
| Prophetical flight, my dears, is
quite |
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A cut above my capacity; |
| But such a barefaced display of
taste |
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For military society, |
| The verriest dunce would deem at
once |
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A horrible impropriety! |
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| Chorus. |
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Impropriety, |
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A horrible impropriety! |
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| Zayda. |
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I always view |
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The act unwise |
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My sisters do |
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With kindly eyes. |
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But truth to tell,
Such conduct — well |
| It smacks of impropriety! |
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| Chorus |
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It smacks of impropriety! |
| Zayda. |
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Though it seems odd, |
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And may offend, |
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To kiss the rod |
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I don't intend. |
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| Chorus. |
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It wrong I call
To kiss at all! |
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| Zayda. |
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A capital rule of life my friend! |
| Zayda. |
Sopranos. |
Mezzos & Altos. |
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Ah! |
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Although 'tis odd |
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Although 'tis odd |
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In one so mild, |
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In one so mild, |
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To kiss the rod, |
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To kiss the rod, |
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She's not beguiled; |
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She's not beguiled; |
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It wrong I call
To kiss at all!
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It wrong I call
To kiss at all! |
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To kiss at all! |
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To kiss, |
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To kiss at all! |
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A capital rule of life my
 friend! |
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| Zayda. |
| Was it for this to realms of
bliss |
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We summoned such rascality? |
| Is this the way to teach him,
pray, |
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The truths of pure morality? |
| With wiles demure his love she'll
lure, |
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Caressing and beseeching him! |
| No need to journey here to learn |
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Such truths as she is teaching
him! |
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| Chorus. |
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Is teaching
him, |
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Such truths as she is teaching
him! |
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| Zayda. |
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Though sure we are |
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That every youth |
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Should travel far |
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To learn the truth, |
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He might, with care,
Have learnt, down there, |
| Such truths as she is
teaching him! |
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| Chorus |
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Such truths as she is teaching
him! |
| Zayda. |
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You do not think |
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Me too severe? |
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We should not wink |
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At faults, it's clear — |
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| Chorus. |
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We should not
wink
At all I think. |
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| Zayda. |
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A capital rule of life, my dear! |
| Zayda. |
Sopranos. |
Mezzos & Altos. |
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Ah! |
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We do not think |
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We do not think |
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You too severe! |
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You too severe! |
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We should not wink |
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We should not wink |
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At faults, it's clear — |
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At faults, it's clear — |
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We should not wink
At all I think.
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We should not wink
At all I think. |
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At all I think. |
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At all |
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At all I think. |
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A capital rule of life my
dear! |
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Dance.
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