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PHYLLIS: My wellloved Lord and Guardian dear,
You summoned me, and I am here!
CHORUS: Oh, rapture, how beautiful!
How gentlehow dutiful!
LD. TOL.: Of all the young ladies I know
This pretty young lady's the fairest;
Her lips have the rosiest show,
Her eyes are the richest and rarest.
Her origin's lowly, it's true,
But of birth and position I've plenty;
I've grammar and spelling for two,
And blood and behaviour for twenty!
Ah,
Her origin's lowly, it's true,
I've grammar and spelling for two;
Of birth and position I've plenty;
With blood and behaviour for twenty!
Of birth and position I've plenty;
With blood and behaviour for twenty!
LD. MOUNT.: Though the views of the House have diverged
On every conceivable motion,
All questions of Party are merged
In a frenzy of love and devotion;
If you ask us distinctly to say
What Party we claim to belong to,
We reply, without doubt or delay,
The Party we're singing this song to!
If you ask us distinctly to say
We reply, without doubt or delay,
The Party we claim to belong to,
Is the Party we're singing this song to!
The Party we claim to belong to's
the Party we're singing this song to!
PHYLLIS: I'm very much pained to refuse,
But I'll stick to my pipes and my tabors;
I can spell all the words that I use,
And my grammar's as good as my neighbours'.
As for birthI was born like the rest,
My behaviour is rustic but hearty,
And I know where to turn for the best,
When I want a particular Party!
Ah!
PHYLLIS & PEERS: Though my/her station is none of the best,
I suppose I/she was born like the rest,
I/she know(s) where to look for my/her hearty,
When I/she want(s) a particular Party!
I/she know(s) where to look for my hearty,
Whenever I/she want(s) a Party!
For my/her party.
I/she know(s) where to look for my/her party, my/her party.

PHYLLIS: Nay, tempt me not.
To wealth I'll not be bound;
In lowly cot
Alone is virtue found!
PEERS: No, no; indeed high rank will never hurt you,
The Peerage is not destitute of virtue.

LD. TOL. Spurn not the nobly born
With love affected,
Nor treat with virtuous scorn
The wellconnected.
High rank involves no shame--
We boast an equal claim
With him of humble name
To be respected!
Blue blood! blue blood!
When virtuous love is sought
Thy power is naught,
Though dating from the Flood,
Blue blood!
PEERS: When virtuous love is sought
Thy power is naught,
Though dating from the Flood,
Blue blood! Ah, blue blood!

LD. TOL. Spare us the bitter pain
Of stern denials,
Nor with lowborn disdain
Augment our trials.
Hearts just as pure and fair
May beat in Belgrave Square
As in the lowly air
Of Seven Dials!
Blue blood! blue blood!
Of what avail art thou
To serve us now?
Though dating from the Flood,
Blue blood! Ah, blue blood!
Ah, blue blood!
PEERS: Of what avail art thou
To serve us now?
Though dating from the Flood,
Blue blood! Ah, blue blood!

PHYLLIS: My Lords, it may not be.
With grief my heart is riven!
You waste your time on me,
For ah! my heart is given!

PEERS: Given!
PHYLLIS: Yes, given!
PEERS: Oh, horror!!!
LD. CHAN.: And who has dared to brave our high displeasure,
And thus defy our definite command?

STREPHON: 'Tis I! Young Strephon! mine this priceless treasure!
Against the world I claim my darling's hand!

A shepherd I,
PEERS: A shepherd he!
STREPHON: Of Arcady,
PEERS: Of Arcadee!
STREPHON: Betrothed are we,
PEERS: Betrothed are they,
STREPHON: And mean to be
Espoused today!
ALL: A shepherd he
Of Arcadee,
A shepherd he
Of Arcadee,
Betrothed is he,
Betrothed is he,
And means to be
Espoused today!

LDS. TOL. & MOUNT.:'Neath this blow,
Worse than stab of dagger--
Though we mo-
Mentarily stagger,
In each heart
Proud are we innately--
Let's depart,
Dignified and stately!

PEERS: Let's depart,
Dignified and stately!
Dignified and stately!
Dignified and stately!
Dignified and stately!
Dignified and stately!
Dignified and stately!
Though our hearts she's badly bruising,
In another suitor choosing,
Let's pretend it's most amusing.
Let's pretend it's most amusing.
Ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha!
Tantara! Tantara! Tantara! Tantara!
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Tantara! Tantara!

By Arthur Sullivan
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Iolanthe Nos 8 to 11- Ensemble
Lyrics
Phyllis
Lord Tolloller
Lord Mountararat
Strephon
Lord Chancellor
Tenors I
Tenors II
Basses I
Basses II
Right Hand
Left Hand