Finale, Act II (The Pirates of Penzance) Gilbert and Sullivan

[Part I, Sighing Softly to the River]

[MAJOR-GENERAL]
Sighing softly to the river
Comes the loving breeze,
Setting nature all a'quiver,
Rustling through the trees

[CHORUS OF PIRATES]
Through the trees.

[MAJOR-GENERAL]
And the brook, in rippling measure,
Laughs for very love,
While the poplars, in their pleasure,
Wave their arms above.

[CHORUS OF PIRATES]
Yes, the trees, for very love,
Wave their leafy arms above.

[MAJOR-GENERAL & CHORUS OF PIRATES]
River, river, little river,
May thy loving prosper ever!
Heaven speed thee, poplar tree,
May thy wooing happy be;
Heaven speed thee, poplar tree,
May thy wooing happy be!