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Albert...?
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Albert! Albert? Fast asleep, poor kid!
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Albert Herring: Act III. "Is she asleep?"
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Albert the Good!
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All that I did!
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As representing our local Council
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Begging your pardon
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Bounce Me High
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Bring the plates! Quickly now!
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Come along, darling
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Come, let's sit down
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Did you ever have a pint at the local?
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Doctor Jessop's midwife...
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Erhumph...
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Fools!
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For three precious weeks
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Good morning, young man!
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Go on, Albert!
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Have you found him?
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Heaven helps those who help themselves
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He's much too busy
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Hi! that's my girl
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How's the manhunt?
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Husssh!...Harold Wood!
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I can't remember everything
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I don't think you ought!
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I hope we're not too early
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I'm full of happiness
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(Inside a marquee...)
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Interlude
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In the midst of life is death
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Is she asleep?
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Is this all you can bring?
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Mum wants two penn'oth of potherbs
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My heart lepas up with joy to see
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Now then! Notebook, Florence!
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Quick, here they are!
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Quickly, quickly
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Right! We'll have him!
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Shop! Hi! Albert!
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Sid I'm sorry but...
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Stuffy! Tobacco stink!
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That's A Fine Sight For Sore Eyes!
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The first suggestion on my list
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(The following afternoon...)
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(The morning room at Lady Billows' house in Loxford)
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Virtue, says Holy Writ
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We bring great news to you
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Well, think of that, my lad
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We'll walk to the spinney
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What the hell d'you think I am?
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Why did she stare...?
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You ought'n to whistle
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