Twenty Love-Sick Maidens We Gilbert and Sullivan

[MAIDENS]
Twenty love-sick maidens we
Love-sick all against our will
Twenty years hence we shall be
Twenty love-sick maidens still
Twenty love-sick maidens we
And we die for love of thee
Twenty love-sick maidens we
Love-sick all against our will
Twenty years hence we shall be
Twenty love-sick maidens still

[ANGELA]
Love feeds on hope, they say, or love will die
Ah, misery!
Yet my love lives, although no hope have I!
Ah, misery!
Alas, poor heart, go hide thyself away
To weeping concords tune thy roundelay!
Ah, misery!

[MAIDENS]
All our love is all for one
Yet that love he heedeth not
He is coy and cares for none
Sad and sorry is our lot!
Ah, misery!