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A curse attends a woman's love!
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A fox may steal your hens, sir
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A maid is like the golden ore
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And Macheath, at liberty and at large...
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And now our scene changes...
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Bring us then more liquor!
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But all scores have a reckoning
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But perhaps he hath a heart
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But to be sure, sir...
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Can love be controlled by advice?
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Come, sweet lass
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Dear, dear father
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Dear Mrs. Coaxer!
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Dear sir, mention not my education
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If Love the virgin's hear invade
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If the hear of a man is depressed with cares
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I know as well as any...
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I, like a ship in storms, was tossed
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In the days of my youth
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Introduction
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Is then his fate decreed, sir?
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It is the pleasure of all...
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It is your own choice
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Jealousy, rage, love and fear
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My heart was so free
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Noble Captain, you are welcome...
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No power on Earth can
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Now I am a wretch indeed
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O cruel, cruel case!
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Oh, sir, if Peachum's heart
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O Macheath, I will stay with thee
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O ponder well...
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Our Polly is a sad slut!
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Ourselves, like the great
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Overture
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O! what pain it is to part!
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Really, Mis Peachum!
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Shall I not claim my own?
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Success attend you!
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Such language, brother!
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The first time at the looking-glass
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The girl shows such remorse...
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The miser thus a shilling sees Macheath
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Through all the employments of life
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Thus gamesters united in friendship
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Thus I stand like the Turk
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Thus when a good housewife sees a rat
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'Tis Woman that seduces all Mankind
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Ungrateful Macheath!
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We are ready, sir
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Were I laid on Greenland's coast
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What do I see?!
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Which way shall I turn?
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Why how now, Madam Flirt!
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Women are bitter bad judges...
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Would I might be hanged
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