12. Stay, we must not lose our senses

Stay, we must not lose our senses
Men who stick at no offenses
Will anon be here!
Piracy their dreadful trade is
Pray you, get you hence, young ladies
While the coast is clear!

No, we must not lose our senses
If they stick at no offences
We should not be here
Piracy their dreadful trade is
Nice companions for young ladies
Let us disappear

Too late! (Ha ha)
Too late! (Ha ha)
Ho, ho! Ha, ha, ha, ha! (Ho, ho, ho, ho!)

Here's a first-rate opportunity
To get married with impunity
And indulge in the felicity
Of unbounded domesticity
You shall quickly be parsonified
Conjugally matrimonified
By a doctor of divinity
Who is located in this vicinity

We have missed our opportunity
Of escaping with impunity
So farewell to the felicity
Of our maiden domesticity
We shall quickly be parsonified
Conjugally matrimonified
By a doctor of divinity
Who is located in this vicinity

By a doctor of divinity
Who resides in this vicinity
By a doctor, doctor, doctor
Of divinity, of divinity



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Writer(s): Arthur Sullivan, Don Stewart
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