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The Pirates of Penzance: Revamped and Revisited (2016)
Modern Major General
Oh, False One, You Have Deceived Me!
Oh, Here is Love and Here is Truth
When Frederic Was a Little Lad
Pirates’ Boat Load Of Fun (2002)
Modern Major General
The Mikado (1885)
A More Humane Mikado Never Did In Japan Exist
A Wand’ring Minstrel I
Alone, and yet alive
Behold the Lord High Executioner
Braid the Raven Hair, Weave the Supple Tresses
Brightly dawns our wedding day
Comes a train of little ladies
Finale Act II
Here’s a how-de-do
I Am So Proud
If you want to know who we are
I’ve Got a Little List
Mi-ya Sa-ma
On A Tree By A River A Little Tom-Tit
Our Great Mikado, virtuous man
See How The Fates Their Gifts Allot
So please you, Sir, we much regret
The criminal cried as he dropped him down
The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la
The Hour of Gladness is Dead and Gone
The sun whose rays are all ablaze
There is beauty in the bellow of the blast
Three little maids from school are we
Were You Not to Ko-Ko Plighted
With Aspect Stern and Gloomy Stride
Young man, despair
Your Revels Cease! Assist Me, All Of You!
Princess Ida (1884)
If you give me your attention
This helmet, I suppose
Iolanthe (1882)
Loudly let the trumpet bray
The Law is the true embodiment
When I went to the Bar as a very young man
When you’re lying awake with a dismal headache
Patience (1881)
Am I alone, and unobserved?
Prithee, pretty maiden
The Soldiers of Our Queen
Twenty Love-Sick Maidens We
The Pirates of Penzance (1879)
All Is Prepared / Stay, Frederic, Stay!
And Now That I’ve Introduced Myself (Dialogue)
Away, Away! My Heart’s on Fire!
Climbing Over Rocky Mountain
Finale, Act II (The Pirates of Penzance)
For He Is An Orphan Boy
Hold, Monsters
How Beautifully Blue The Sky
Hush, Hush! Not a Word
I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General
I’m Telling a Terrible Story
No, I’ll Be Brave
Now For the Pirates’ Lair
Oh, Better Far to Live and Die
Oh, Dry The Glist’ning Tear
Oh, False One, You Have Deceived Me
Oh, Is There Not One Maiden Breast
Oh, Men of Dark and Dismal Fate
Oh, Sisters, Deaf To Pity’s Name
Poor Wand’ring One!
Pour, Oh Pour the Pirate Sherry
Rollicking Band of Pirates We, Are
Sergeant, Approach (Dialogue)
Stay, We Must Not Lose Our Senses
Stop, Ladies, Pray!
What Ought We To Do?
When a Felon’s Not Engaged in His Employment
When Frederic Was a Little Lad
When the Foeman Bares His Steel
When You Had Left Our Pirate Fold
With Cat-Like Tread Upon Our Prey We Steal
You Are Too Tender-Hearted (Dialogue)
H.M.S. Pinafore (1878)
A British Tar - Act I
A Maiden Fair to See - Act I
Characters and context
I’m Called Little Buttercup/Hail! men-o’-war’s men -Act I
My Gallant Crew / I am the Captain of the Pinafore
Never Mind the Why and Wherefore - Act I
Now give three cheers / I am the monarch of the seas - Act I
Sir Joseph’s barge is seen - Act I
Sir, you are sad - Act I
Sorry her lot who loves too well - Act I
The Nightingale
We Sail the Ocean Blue
When I Was a Lad
Trial by Jury (1875)
Trial by Jury
Others
Into the Thick of It
A Very Stable Genius
Can I survive this overbearing?
Fair Is Rose
Fair moon, to thee I sing
Fare thee well, attractive stranger
Finale
Fold your flapping wings
For He is an Englishman
For riches and rank I do not long
Go away, madam, I should say, madam
Good morrow, good lover
Good morrow, good mother
Henceforth, Strephon, cast away
I Have a Song to Sing, O!
I know a youth
I once was as meek
I shipp’d, d’ye see, in a revenue sloop
If Somebody There Chanced to Be
If you go in you’re sure to win
If you’re weak enough to tarry
In vain to us you plead
Into the Thick of It!
Iolanthe! From thy dark exile thou art summoned
It may not be
Kind Captain, I’ve important information
Los elementos
My eyes are fully open
My Lord, a suppliant at your feet
My Lord, of evidence I have no dearth
My Lords, it may not be
My well-beloved Lord
None shall part us from each other
Oh, foolish fay
Oh, shameless one, tremble!
Refrain, audacious tar
Sir Rupert Murgatroyd
Soon as we may, off and away
Spurn not the nobly born
Strephon’s a member of Parliament
The Books
The hours creep on apace
The lady of my love has caught me talking to another
The Sun Whose Rays Are All Ablaze (The Moon and I)
Things are seldom what they seem
Though p’r’aps I may incur your blame (In friendship’s name)
Tit Willow
Tripping hither, tripping thither
When all night long a chap remains
When Britain really ruled the waves
When darkly looms the day
When the buds are blossoming
When the night wind howls
With Strephon for your foe, no doubt