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Twenty love-sick maidens we
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Maidens, Angela and Ella
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Still brooding on their mad infatuation
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Patience, Saphir, Angela and Maidens
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I cannot tell what this love may be
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Patience
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Twenty love-sick maidens we
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Maidens
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The soldiers of our Queen
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Dragoons and Colonel
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In a doleful train
(It is finished)
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Maidens, Ella, Angela, Saphir, Dragoons and Bunthorne
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Twenty love-sick maidens we
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Maidens
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When I first put this uniform on
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Colonel and Dragoons
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Am I alone and unobserved
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Bunthorne
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Long years ago, fourteen maybe
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Patience and Angela
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Prithee, pretty maiden
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Patience and Grosvenor
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Though to marry you would very selfish be
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Patience and Grosvenor
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Let the merry cymbols sound
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Ensemble
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