The largest selection available: 92 songs, uncut, original keys, in piano renderings approved by Sullivan. Favorites and lesser-known fine numbers. Edited with plot and synopsis by James Spero. 3 illustrations. 399 pgs.
- SKU
- 06-234827
- Composer
- Gilbert and Sullivan
- Voicing
- Vocal
- Manufacturer
- DOVER PUBLICATI
- Barcode
- 978048623482
- ISBN 10
- 0486234827
- ISBN 13
- 9780486234823
- UPC
- 9780486234823
Little maid of Arcadee
When first my old, old love I knew
When I, good friends, was call'd to the bar
With a sense of deep emotion
O gentlemen, listen I pray
Time was, when Love and I
Welcome joy! adieu to sadness!
My name is John Wellington Wells
Dear friends, take pity on my lot
We sail the ocean blue
I'm called little Buttercup
A maiden fair to see
I am the captain of the "Pinafore"
I am the monarch of the sea
When I was a lad
Never mind the why and wherefore
He is an Englishman!
Oh, better far to live and die
Poor wand'ring one
I am the very model of a modern Major-General
When the foreman bares his steel
When you had left our pirate fold
When a felon's not engaged in his employment
With cat-like tread
I cannot tell what this love may be
If you want a receipt
Am I alone, And unobserved?
Prithee, pretty maiden
Sad is that woman's lot
A magnet hung in a hardware shop
So go to him
When I go out of door
Tripping hither, tripping thither
Loudly let the trumpet bray
The Law is the true embodiment
Spurn not the nobly born
When I went to the Bar
When all night long a chap remains
When Britain really rul'd the waves
Oh, foolish fay
Love, unrequited
If you go in
If you give me you attention
Expressive glances
I am a maiden
A Lady fair
Would you know the kind of maid
Whene'er I spoke
This helmet, I suppose
A wand'ring minstrel I
Behold the Lord High Executioner!
As some day it may happen
Three little maids
So please you, Sir
For he's going to marry Yum-Yum
The sun, whose rays
Brightly dawns our wedding day
Here's a how-de-do
Miya sama
A more humane Mikado
The flowers that bloom in the spring
Alone, and yet alive!
On a tree by a river
There is beauty in the bellow of the blast
If somebody there chanced to be
I shipped, d'ye see (and Hornpipe)
My boy, you may take it from me
Cheerily carols the lark over the cot
When the night wind howls
I once was a very abandoned person
My eyes are fully open
When maiden loves
Is life a boon?
I have a song to sing, O!
I've jibe and joke
Were I thy bride
Oh! a private buffoon
Strange adventure!
A man who would woo a fair maid
When a wooer Goes a-wooing
We're called 'gondolierei'
In enterprise of matial kind
I stole the Prince
When a merry maiden marries
Then one of us will be a Queen
Take a pair of sparkling eyes
Dance a cachucha
There lived a King
I am a courtier grave and serious
In ev'ry mental lore
Society has quite forsaken all her wicked courses
So ends my dream
When first my old, old love I knew
When I, good friends, was call'd to the bar
With a sense of deep emotion
O gentlemen, listen I pray
Time was, when Love and I
Welcome joy! adieu to sadness!
My name is John Wellington Wells
Dear friends, take pity on my lot
We sail the ocean blue
I'm called little Buttercup
A maiden fair to see
I am the captain of the "Pinafore"
I am the monarch of the sea
When I was a lad
Never mind the why and wherefore
He is an Englishman!
Oh, better far to live and die
Poor wand'ring one
I am the very model of a modern Major-General
When the foreman bares his steel
When you had left our pirate fold
When a felon's not engaged in his employment
With cat-like tread
I cannot tell what this love may be
If you want a receipt
Am I alone, And unobserved?
Prithee, pretty maiden
Sad is that woman's lot
A magnet hung in a hardware shop
So go to him
When I go out of door
Tripping hither, tripping thither
Loudly let the trumpet bray
The Law is the true embodiment
Spurn not the nobly born
When I went to the Bar
When all night long a chap remains
When Britain really rul'd the waves
Oh, foolish fay
Love, unrequited
If you go in
If you give me you attention
Expressive glances
I am a maiden
A Lady fair
Would you know the kind of maid
Whene'er I spoke
This helmet, I suppose
A wand'ring minstrel I
Behold the Lord High Executioner!
As some day it may happen
Three little maids
So please you, Sir
For he's going to marry Yum-Yum
The sun, whose rays
Brightly dawns our wedding day
Here's a how-de-do
Miya sama
A more humane Mikado
The flowers that bloom in the spring
Alone, and yet alive!
On a tree by a river
There is beauty in the bellow of the blast
If somebody there chanced to be
I shipped, d'ye see (and Hornpipe)
My boy, you may take it from me
Cheerily carols the lark over the cot
When the night wind howls
I once was a very abandoned person
My eyes are fully open
When maiden loves
Is life a boon?
I have a song to sing, O!
I've jibe and joke
Were I thy bride
Oh! a private buffoon
Strange adventure!
A man who would woo a fair maid
When a wooer Goes a-wooing
We're called 'gondolierei'
In enterprise of matial kind
I stole the Prince
When a merry maiden marries
Then one of us will be a Queen
Take a pair of sparkling eyes
Dance a cachucha
There lived a King
I am a courtier grave and serious
In ev'ry mental lore
Society has quite forsaken all her wicked courses
So ends my dream