The Sorcerer/Aline and Lady Sangazure duet

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The Sorcerer by W. S. Gilbert
Aline and Lady Sangazure duet
This duet is found in the license copy of opera; it was never performed.
Aline

Oh, why art thou sad, my mother?
  All nature is smiling now.
In this village there's not another
  As solemn and glum as thou!
It is idle attempt to smother
  Sad thoughts that wring thy brow!
How can I console my mother?
  Oh answer me quickly - how?

Chorus

How can she console her mother?
  Oh answer her quickly - how?

Lady Sangazure

My daughter, be blithe and merry
  Nor think of your sad mamma;
My grief I will strive to bury
  And join in the gay ha! ha!
My sorrows are selfish very
  And clash with the loud huzzah!
They sadden the hey down derry
  And temper the tra! la! la!

Chorus

Her grief it is certain very
  Does temper the tra! la! la!