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No. 12: Song (Zayda) and Chorus.

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Zayda.
I never profess to make a guess —
  That smacks of perspicacity —
Prophetical flight, my dears, is quite
  A cut above my capacity;
But such a barefaced display of taste
  For military society,
The verriest dunce would deem at once
  A horrible impropriety!
Chorus.
    Impropriety,
  A horrible impropriety!
Zayda.  
  I always view
    The act unwise
  My sisters do
    With kindly eyes.
  But truth to tell,
Such conduct — well
It smacks of impropriety!
Chorus   It smacks of impropriety!
Zayda.  
  Though it seems odd,
    And may offend,
  To kiss the rod
    I don't intend.
Chorus.
  It wrong I call
To kiss at all!
Zayda.   A capital rule of life my friend!

Zayda. Sopranos. Mezzos & Altos.
    Ah!   Although 'tis odd   Although 'tis odd
          In one so mild,     In one so mild,
        To kiss the rod,   To kiss the rod,
          She's not beguiled;     She's not beguiled;
        It wrong I call
To kiss at all!
   It wrong I call
To kiss at all!
        To kiss at all!   To kiss,
            To kiss at all!
  A capital rule of life my
friend!		            

Zayda.
Was it for this to realms of bliss
  We summoned such rascality?
Is this the way to teach him, pray,
  The truths of pure morality?
With wiles demure his love she'll lure,
  Caressing and beseeching him!
No need to journey here to learn
  Such truths as she is teaching him!
Chorus.
    Is teaching him,
  Such truths as she is teaching him!
Zayda.  
  Though sure we are
    That every youth
  Should travel far
    To learn the truth,
  He might, with care,
Have learnt, down there,
Such truths as she is teaching him!
Chorus   Such truths as she is teaching him!
Zayda.  
  You do not think
    Me too severe?
  We should not wink
    At faults, it's clear —
Chorus.
  We should not wink
At all I think.
Zayda.   A capital rule of life, my dear!

Zayda. Sopranos. Mezzos & Altos.
    Ah!   We do not think   We do not think
          You too severe!     You too severe!
        We should not wink   We should not wink
          At faults, it's clear —     At faults, it's clear —
        We should not wink
At all I think.
   We should not wink
At all I think.
        At all I think.   At all
            At all I think.
  A capital rule of life my
dear!		            

Dance.

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