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Songs of a Savoyard by W. S. Gilbert
Scanned and proofed by David Price, email ccx074@coventry.ac.uk
Songs of a Savoyard
Contents:
The Darned Mounseer
The Englishman
The Disagreeable Man
The Coming By-And-By
The Highly Respectable Gondolier
The Fairy Queen's Song
Is Life A Boon
The Modern Major-General
The Heavy Dragoon
Proper Pride
The Policeman's Lot
The Baffled Grumbler
The House Of Peers
A Merry Madrigal
The Duke And The Duchess
Eheu Fugaces -!
They'll None Of `Em Be Missed
Girl Graduates
Braid The Raven Hair
The Working Monarch
The Ape And The Lady
Only Roses
The Rover's Apology
An Appeal
The Reward Of Merit
The Magnet And The Churn
The Family Fool
Sans Souci
A Recipe
The Merryman And His Maid
The Susceptible Chancellor
When A Merry Maiden Marries
The British Tar
A Man Who Would Woo A Fair Maid
The Sorcerer's Song
The Fickle Breeze
The First Lord's Song
Would You Know?
Speculation
Ah Me!
The Duke Of Plaza-Toro
The Aesthete
Said I To Myself, Said I
Sorry Her Lot
The Contemplative Sentry
The Philosophic Pill
Blue Blood
The Judge's Song
When I First Put This Uniform On
Solatium
A Nightmare
Don't Forget!
The Suicide's Grave
He And She
The Mighty Must
A Mirage
The Ghosts' High Noon
The Humane Mikado
Willow Waly!
Life Is Lovely All The Year
The Usher's Charge
The Great Oak Tree
King Goodheart
Sleep On!
The Love-Sick Boy
Poetry Everywhere
He Loves!
True Diffidence
The Tangled Skein
My Lady
One Against The World
Put A Penny In The Slot
Good Little Girls
Life
Limited Liability
Anglicised Utopia
An English Girl
A Manager's Perplexities
Out Of Sorts
How It's Done
A Classical Revival
The Practical Joker
The National Anthem
Her Terms
The Independent Bee
The Disconcerted Tenor
The Played-Out Humorist
Ballad: The Darned Mounseer
I shipped, d'ye see, in a Revenue sloop,
And, off Cape Finisteere,
A merchantman we see,
A Frenchman, going free,
So we made for the bold Mounseer,
D'ye see?
We made for the bold Mounseer!
But she proved to be a Frigate - and she up with her ports,
And fires with a thirty-two!
It come uncommon near,
But we answered with a cheer,
Which paralysed the Parley-voo,
D'ye see?
Which paralysed the Parley-voo!
Then our Captain he up and he says, says he,
"That chap we need not fear, -
We can take her, if we like,
She is sartin for to strike,
For she's only a darned Mounseer,
D'ye see?
She's only a darned Mounseer!
But to fight a French fal-lal - it's like hittin' of a gal -
It's a lubberly thing for to do;
For we, with all our faults,
Why, we're sturdy British salts,
While she's but a Parley-voo,
D'ye see?
A miserable Parley-voo!"
So we up with our helm, and we scuds before the breeze,
As we gives a compassionating cheer;
Froggee answers with a shout
As he sees us go about,
Which was grateful of the poor Mounseer,
D'ye see?
Which was grateful of the poor Mounseer!
And I'll wager in their joy they kissed each other's cheek
(Which is what them furriners do),
And they blessed their lucky stars
We were hardy British tars
Who had pity on a poor Parley-voo,
D'ye see?
Who had pity on a poor Parley-voo!
Ballad: The Englishman
He is an Englishman!
For he himself has said it,
And it's greatly to his credit,
That he is an Englishman!
For he might have been a Roosian,
A French, or Turk, or Proosian,
Or perhaps Itali-an!
But in spite of all temptations,
To belong to other nations,
He remains an Englishman!
Hurrah!
For the true-born Englishman!
Ballad: The Disagreeable Man
If you give me your attention, I will tell you what I am:
I'm a genuine philanthropist - all other kinds are sham.
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