Songs of a Savoyard by Sir W. S. (William Schwenck) Gilbert
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page 80 of 131 (61%)
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I've learnt what that poor soul ought to do!
Ballad: The Mighty Must Come mighty Must! Inevitable Shall! In thee I trust. Time weaves my coronal! Go mocking Is! Go disappointing Was! That I am this Ye are the cursed cause! Yet humble Second shall be First, I ween; And dead and buried be the curst Has Been! Oh weak Might Be! Oh May, Might, Could, Would, Should! How powerless ye For evil or for good! In every sense Your moods I cheerless call, Whate'er your tense Ye are Imperfect, all! Ye have deceived the trust I've shown |
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