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Book SynopsisA work in which the House of Lords is lampooned as a bastion of the ineffective, privileged and dim-witted.
Table of ContentsTripping Hither, Tripping Thither; Iolanthe! From Thy Dark Exile Thou Art Summoned; Good-Morrow, Good Mother; Fare Thee Well, Attractive Stranger; 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; Of All The Young Ladies I Know; Nay, Tempt Me Not; Spurn Not The Nobly Born; My Lords, It May Not Be; When I Went To The Bar; When Darkly Looms The Day; The Lady Of My Love Has Caught Me Talking To Another; Go Away, Madam; Henceforth Strephon, Cast Away; With Strephon For Your Foe, No Doubt / Young Strephon Is The Kind Of Lout; 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; Oh, Foolish Fay; Though P'r'aps I May Incur Thy Blame; Love, Unrequited, Robs Me Of My Rest; If You Go In You're Sure To Win; If We're Weak Enough To Tarry; My Lord, A Suppliant At Your Feet; It May Not Be; Soon As We May, Off And Away.
