Stay, We Must Not Lose Our Senses - The Pirates Of Penzance

FREDERIC: Stay, we must not lose our senses;

Men who stick at no offences

Will anon be here!

Piracy their dreadful trade is;

Pray you, get you hence, young ladies,

While the coast is clear

GIRLS: 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 disap--

GIRLS: Too late!

PIRATES: Ha, ha!

GIRLS: Too late!

PIRATES: 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.

GIRLS: 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.

ALL: By a doctor of divinity,

Who resides in this vicinity,

By a doctor, a doctor, a doctor of divinity, of

divinity.