Aline and Lady Sangazure duet

Oh, why art thou sad, my mother? All nature is smiling now. In this village there's not another As solemn and glum as thou! It is idle attempt to smother Sad thoughts that wring thy brow! How can I console my mother? Oh answer me quickly - how?

How can she console her mother? Oh answer her quickly - how?

My daughter, be blithe and merry Nor think of your sad mamma; My grief I will strive to bury And join in the gay ha! ha! My sorrows are selfish very And clash with the loud huzzah! They sadden the hey down derry And temper the tra! la! la!

Her grief it is certain very Does temper the tra! la! la!