Sullivan: The Mikado / Act 1: 17. Oh Fool, That Flee-Est My Hallow'D Joys!

Oh fool, that flee-est my hallowed joys
Oh blind, that see-est no equipoise
Oh rash, that judge-est from half, the whole
Oh base, that grudge-est love's lightest dole
Thy heart unbind! Oh fool, oh blind!
Give me my place! Oh rash, oh base!
Thy heart unbind, give me my place!
Oh fool, oh blind, oh rash, oh base!
Thy heart unbind!
Give me, give me my place!

If she's thy bride, restore her place
Oh fool, oh blind, oh rash, oh base!

Pink cheek, that rule-est where wisdom serves
Bright eye, that fool-est heroic nerves
Rose lip, that scorn-est lore-laden years
Smooth tongue, that warn-est who rightly hears
Thy doom is nigh! Pink cheek, bright eye!
Thy knell is rung! Rose lip, smooth tongue!
Thy doom is nigh, thy knell is rung!
Pink cheek, bright eye, rose lip, smooth tongue!
Thy doom is nigh!
Thy knell, thy knell is rung!

If true her tale, thy knell is rung
Pink cheek, bright eye, rose lip, smooth tongue!
Thy doom is nigh!
They knell is rung, thy knell is rung!

Away, nor prosecute your quest
From our intention, well expressed
You cannot turn us!
The state of your connubial views
Towards the person you accuse
Does not concern us!