Rex Smith - Stay, We Must Not Lose Our Senses

Frederic:
Stay, we must not lose our senses,
Men who stick at no offenses
Will anon be here!
Piracy their dreadful trade is;
Pray you, get you hence young ladies,
While the coast is clear!

Córki:
No, we must not lose our senses,
If they stick at no offenses
We should not be here!
Piracy their dreadful trade is;
Nice companions for young ladies,
Let us disap..

Too late!

Piraci:
Ha, ha!

Córki:
Too late!

Piraci:
Ho, ho! Ha, ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho, ho!

Here's a first rate opportunity
To get married with impunity
And indulge in the felicity
Of unbounded domesticity.
You shall quickly be parsonified,
Conjugally matrimonified,
By a Doctor of Divinity
Who is located in this vicinity.

Razem:
By a Doctor of Divinity
Who resides in this vicinity.
By a Doctor, a Doctor, a Doctor,
Of Divinity,
Of Divinity.