The Sorcerer/Aline and Lady Sangazure duet

by W. S. Gilbert

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!