I've now got the music book ready, Do sit up and sing like a lady A recitative from Tancredi, And something from "Palpiti!" Sing forte when first you begin it, Piano the very next minute, They'll cry "What expression there's in it!" Don't sing English ballads to me!

'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.

O give me new figures! I can't go on dancing The same that were taught me ten seasons ago; The schoolmaster over the land is advancing, Then why is the master of dancing so slow? It is such a bore to be always caught tripping In dull uniformity year after year; Invent something new, and you'll set me a skipping: I want a new figure to dance with my Dear!

The rose that all are praising/ Is not the rose for me.

Gaily the Troubadour / Touched his guitar.

Why don't the men propose, mamma, / Why don't the men propose?