[Ralph]
The nightingale sighed for the moon's bright ray
And told his tale in his own melodious way
He sang "Ah, well-a-day"
[Chorus of sailors]
He sang, "Ah, well-a-day"
[Ralph]
The lowly vale for the mountain vainly sighed,
To his humble wail the echoing hills replied
They sang "Ah, well-a-day"
[Chorus of sailors]
They sang, "Ah, well-a-day"
[Recitative]
[Ralph]
I know the value of a kindly chorus,
but choruses yield little consolation
When we have pain, and sorrow, too, before us!
I love and love, alas, above my station!
[bu*tercup]
He loves, and loves a la** above his station
[Chorus of sailors]
Yes, yes, the la** is much above his station