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    "Can I Survive The Overbearing" Lyrics

    Gilbert & Sullivan

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    Ralph. (recit.)
    Can I survive this overbearing
    Or live a life of mad despairing,
    My proffered love despised, rejected?
    No, no, it's not to be expected!
    (Calling off.) Messmates, ahoy!
    Come here! Come here!

    (Enter Sailors, Hebe, and Relatives.)

    All.
    Aye, aye, my boy,
    What cheer, what cheer?
    Now tell us, pray,
    Without delay,
    What does she say —
    What cheer, what cheer?

    Ralph. (to Hebe)
    The maiden treats my suit with scorn,
    Rejects my humble gift, my lady;
    She says I am ignobly born,
    And cuts my hopes adrift, my lady.

    All.
    Oh, cruel one!
    Oh, cruel one!

    Dick.
    She spurns your suit? O-ho! O-ho!
    I told you so, I told you so.

    Chorus.
    Shall we/they submit? Are we/they but slaves?
    Love comes alike to high and low —
    Britannia's sailors rule the waves,
    And shall they stoop to insult? No! no!

    Dick.
    You must submit, you are but slaves;
    A lady she! O-ho! O-ho!
    You lowly toilers of the waves,
    She spurns you all — I told you so!

    Chorus.
    Shall they submit?
    Are they but slaves?

    MEDLEY

    Dick.
    You must submit,
    You are but slaves;
    A lady she!
    O-ho! O-ho! O-ho!
    She spurns you all,
    She spurns you all — I told you so!

    Hebe & Ladies' Chorus.
    Shall they submit?
    Are they but slaves?
    Love comes alike to high and low
    Britannia's sailors rule the waves,
    And shall they stoop to insult?
    No! No!

    Boatswain & Sailors.
    Shall we submit?
    Are we but slaves?
    Love comes alike to high and low
    Britannia's sailors rule the waves,
    And shall they stoop to insult?
    No! No!

    UNISON

    Ralph.
    My friends, my leave of life I'm taking,
    For oh, my heart, my heart is breaking;
    When I am gone, oh, prithee tell
    The maid that, as I died, I loved her well!

    All. (turning away, weeping)
    Of life, alas! his leave he's taking,
    For ah! his faithful heart is breaking;
    When he is gone we'll surely tell
    The maid that, as he died, he loved her well.

    (Boatswain hands a loaded gun to Ralph)

    Ralph.
    Be warned, my messmates all
    Who love in rank above you —
    For Josephine I fall!

    (Puts gun to his head. All the sailors stop their ears.)

    (Enter Josephine on deck.)

    Josephine.
    Ah! stay your hand — I love you!

    All.
    Ah! stay your hand — she loves you!

    Ralph. (incredulously)
    Loves me?

    Josephine.
    Loves you!

    All.
    Yes! Yes! Ah, yes! she loves you!

    Josephine, Hebe & Ralph.
    Oh joy, oh rapture unforeseen,
    For now the sky is all serene;
    The god of day — the orb of love —
    Has hung his ensign high above,
    The sky is all ablaze.

    Ralph.
    With wooing words and loving song,

    Josephine, Hebe & Ralph.
    We'll chase the lagging hours along,
    And if we/I find the maiden coy,
    We'll/I'll murmur forth decorous joy
    In dreamy roundelays!

    Dick.
    He thinks he's won his Josephine,
    But though the sky is now serene,
    A frowning thunderbolt above
    May end their ill-assorted love
    Which now is all ablaze.
    Our captain, ere the day is gone,
    Will be extremely down upon
    The wicked men who art employ
    To make his Josephine less coy
    In many various ways.

    MEDLEY

    Josephine, Hebe & Ralph.
    Oh, joy, oh rapture, unforseen,
    For now the sky is all serene,
    The god of day, the orb of love,
    Has hung his ensign high above.
    The sky
    is all
    ablaze,
    is all ablaze,
    is all ablaze, The sky is
    all, is all ablaze.

    Dick.
    Our captain soon, unless I'm wrong,
    Will be extremely down upon
    The wicked men who art employ,
    Will be extremely down upon
    The wicked men, will be extremely down upon
    the men In many various ways,
    In many various ways,
    Our captain soon will be extremely down upon
    The wicked men in many various ways.

    (Exit Dick.)

    UNISON

    Josephine.
    This very night,

    Hebe.
    With bated breath

    Ralph.
    And muffled oar —

    Josephine.
    Without a light,

    Hebe.
    As still as death,

    Ralph.
    We'll steal ashore.

    Josephine.
    A clergyman

    Ralph.
    Shall make us one

    Boatswain.
    At half-past ten,

    Josephine.
    And then we can

    Ralph.
    Return, for none

    Boatswain.
    Can part them then!

    Josephine.
    This very night,

    Hebe.
    With bated breath

    Ralph.
    And muffled oar —

    Josephine.
    Without a light,

    Hebe.
    As still as death,

    Ralph.
    We'll steal ashore.

    Josephine.
    A clergyman

    Ralph.
    Shall make us one

    Hebe & Boatswain.
    At half-past ten,

    Josephine.
    And then we can

    Ralph.
    Return, for none

    Buttercup & Boatswain.
    Can part them then!

    Josephine & Sopranos.
    This very night, With bated breath
    And muffled oar, Without a light,
    As still as death, We'll steal ashore
    A clergyman Shall make us/them one
    At half-past ten And then we can
    Return, for none Can part us/them then!
    A clergyman Shall make us/them one
    At half-past ten And then we can
    Return, for none Can part us/them then!

    All.
    This very night,
    With bated breath
    And muffled oar
    Without a light,
    As still as death,
    We'll steal ashore.
    A clergyman
    Shall make us/them one
    At half-past ten,
    And then we can
    Return, for none, none,
    None can part us/them then!

    (Dick appears at hatchway.)

    Dick.
    Forbear, nor carry out the scheme you've planned;
    She is a lady — you a foremast hand!
    Remember, she's your gallant captain's daughter,
    And you the meanest slave that crawls the water!

    Chorus.
    Back, vermin, back,
    Nor mock us!
    Back, vermin, back,
    You shock us!

    (Exit Dick.)

    All.
    Let's give three cheers for the sailor's bride
    Who casts all thought of rank aside —
    Who gives up home and fortune too
    For the honest love of a sailor true!
    Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, etc.
    Let's give three cheers for the sailor's bride
    Who casts all thought of rank aside —
    Who gives up home and fortune too
    For the honest love of a sailor true!

    Ladies.
    For a British tar is a soaring soul
    As free as a mountain bird!
    His energetic fist should be ready to resist
    A dictatorial word!
    His eyes should flash with an in-born fire,
    His brow with scorn be wrung,
    He never should bow down to a domineering frown,
    Or the tang of a tyrant tongue

    Sailors.
    His nose should pant, and his lip should curl,
    His cheeks should flame; and his brow should furl,
    His bosom should heave, and his heart should glow,
    And his fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow.

    All.
    His foot should stamp, and his throat should growl,
    His hair should twirl, and his face should scowl,
    His eyes should flash, and his breast protrude,
    And this should be his customary attitude,

    MEDLEY

    Principals.
    His eyes should flash,
    His breast protrude,
    His eyes should flash,
    His eyes should flash,
    His breast protrude,
    His eyes should flash, yes,
    His eyes should flash,
    His foot should stamp and his throat,
    his throat should growl,,
    his throat should growl,
    His hair should twirl and his face,
    his face should scowl,
    his face should scowl,
    His eyes should flash,
    His breast protrude,
    And this his attitude

    Chorus.
    His attitude,
    His attitude,
    His customary attitude,
    His attitude,
    His attitude,
    His eyes, his eyes, yes,
    His eyes should flash,
    His foot should stamp and his throat,
    His foot should stamp and his throat,
    his throat should growl,
    His hair should twirl and his face,
    His hair should twirl and
    His eyes should flash,
    His breast protrude,
    And this should be his customary
    attitude.

    (Pose.)

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    This song was submitted on August 7th, 2005.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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