H.M.S. Pinafore

H.M.S. Pinafore: Overture

H.M.S. Pinafore: We sail the ocean blue

H.M.S. Pinafore: Hail, men-o'-wars men

H.M.S. Pinafore: I'm called Little Buttercup

H.M.S. Pinafore: Aye, Little Buttercup - and well called (dialogue)

H.M.S. Pinafore: But tell me, who's the youth?

H.M.S. Pinafore: The nightingale sighed

H.M.S. Pinafore: A maiden fair to see

H.M.S. Pinafore: Ah, my poor lad, you've climbed too high

H.M.S. Pinafore: My gallant crew, good morning

H.M.S. Pinafore: I am the Captain of the Pinafore

H.M.S. Pinafore: Sir, you are sad

H.M.S. Pinafore: Sorry her lot who loves too well

H.M.S. Pinafore: My child, I grieve to see

H.M.S. Pinafore: Over the bright blue sea...Sir Joseph's barge is seen

H.M.S. Pinafore: Now give three cheers...I am the monarch of the sea

H.M.S. Pinafore: When I was a lad I served a term

YH.M.S. Pinafore: ou've a remarkably fine crew

H.M.S. Pinafore: Ah! Sir Joseph's a true gentleman

H.M.S. Pinafore: A British tar is a soaring soul

H.M.S. Pinafore: It is useless - Sir Joseph's attentions...

H.M.S. Pinafore: Refrain, audacious tar

H.M.S. Pinafore: Can I survive this overbearing?

H.M.S. Pinafore: O joy, o rapture unforeseen

H.M.S. Pinafore: This very night

H.M.S. Pinafore: Let's give three cheers for the sailor's bride

H.M.S. Pinafore: Entracte

H.M.S. Pinafore: Fair moon, to thee I sing

H.M.S. Pinafore: How sweetly he carols forth

H.M.S. Pinafore: Things are seldom what they seem

H.M.S. Pinafore: Incomprehensible as her utterances are

H.M.S. Pinafore: The hours creep on apace

H.M.S. Pinafore: A simple sailor, lowly born

H.M.S. Pinafore: Madam, it has been represented to me

H.M.S. Pinafore: Never mind the why and wherefore

H.M.S. Pinafore: Sir Joseph, I cannot express to you...

H.M.S. Pinafore: Kind Captain, I've important information

H.M.S. Pinafore: Dick Deadeye - I thank you for your warning

H.M.S. Pinafore: Hold pretty daughter...He is an Englishman

H.M.S. Pinafore: In uttering a reprobation

H.M.S. Pinafore: Now tell me my fine fellow

H.M.S. Pinafore: Farewell, my own

H.M.S. Pinafore: A many years ago

H.M.S. Pinafore: Then I am to understand

H.M.S. Pinafore: A joy! Oh rapture unforseen