When First My Old, Old Love I Knew Songtext
von Gilbert & Sullivan
When First My Old, Old Love I Knew Songtext
When first my old, old love I knew
My bosom swelled with joy
My riches at her feet I threw
I was a love-sick boy!
No terms seemed too extravagant
Upon her to employ
I used to mope, and sigh, and pant
Just like a love-sick boy!
Tink-a-tank, tink-a-tank
Tink-a-tank
(Tink-a-tank!)
Tink-a-tank, tink-a-tank
Tink-a-tank
(Tink-a-tank!)
I used to mope, and sigh, and pant
Just like a love-sick boy!
(Tink-a-tank!)
But joy incessant
Palls the senses
And love unchanged will cloy
And she became a bore intense
Unto her love-sick boy!
With fitful glimmer burnt my flame
And I grew cold and coy
At last, one morning, I became
Another′s love-sick boy
Tink-a-tank, tink-a-tank
Tink-a-tank
(Tink-a-tank!)
Tink-a-tank, tink-a-tank
Tink-a-tank
(Tink-a-tank!)
At last, one morning, I became
Another's love-sick boy
(Tink-a-tank!)
Oh, I was like that when a lad!
A shocking young scamp of a rover
I behaved like a regular cad
But that sort of thing is all over
I am now a respectable chap
And shine with a virtue resplendent
And, therefore, I haven′t a rap
Of sympathy with the defendant
He shall treat us with awe
If there isn't a flaw
Singing so merrily
Trial-la-law!
Trial-la-law, trial-la-law!
Singing so merrily
Trial-la-law!
Trial-la-law, trial-la-law!
Singing so merrily
Trial-la-law!
Trial-la-law, trial-la-law!
Singing so merrily
Trial-la-law!
My bosom swelled with joy
My riches at her feet I threw
I was a love-sick boy!
No terms seemed too extravagant
Upon her to employ
I used to mope, and sigh, and pant
Just like a love-sick boy!
Tink-a-tank, tink-a-tank
Tink-a-tank
(Tink-a-tank!)
Tink-a-tank, tink-a-tank
Tink-a-tank
(Tink-a-tank!)
I used to mope, and sigh, and pant
Just like a love-sick boy!
(Tink-a-tank!)
But joy incessant
Palls the senses
And love unchanged will cloy
And she became a bore intense
Unto her love-sick boy!
With fitful glimmer burnt my flame
And I grew cold and coy
At last, one morning, I became
Another′s love-sick boy
Tink-a-tank, tink-a-tank
Tink-a-tank
(Tink-a-tank!)
Tink-a-tank, tink-a-tank
Tink-a-tank
(Tink-a-tank!)
At last, one morning, I became
Another's love-sick boy
(Tink-a-tank!)
Oh, I was like that when a lad!
A shocking young scamp of a rover
I behaved like a regular cad
But that sort of thing is all over
I am now a respectable chap
And shine with a virtue resplendent
And, therefore, I haven′t a rap
Of sympathy with the defendant
He shall treat us with awe
If there isn't a flaw
Singing so merrily
Trial-la-law!
Trial-la-law, trial-la-law!
Singing so merrily
Trial-la-law!
Trial-la-law, trial-la-law!
Singing so merrily
Trial-la-law!
Trial-la-law, trial-la-law!
Singing so merrily
Trial-la-law!
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