Tripping hither, tripping thither --
Invocation: "Iolanthe! from thy dark exile" --
Good morrow, good mother --
Good morrow, good lover --
None shall part us from each other --
Loudly let the trumpet bray --
The law is the true embodiment --
My well-loved Lord and guardian dear --
Spurn not the nobly born --
My Lords, it may not be --
When I went to the bar as a very young man --
When darkly loom the day --
When all night long a chap remains --
Strephon's a member of parliament --
When Britain really ruled the waves --
In vain to us you plead --
Through p'rhaps I may incur your blame --
Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest --
He who shies at such a prize --
If we're weak enough to tarry --
My Lord, a suppliant at your feet --
Soon as we may, off and away.