Leads, in order of appearance

Samuel: Austin Edlow
Pirate King: Gabriel Rodda
Frederic: John Braatz
Ruth: Maya Wright
Isabel: Astrid Christian
Edith: Jocelynn Hill
Kate: Siena Matheson
Mabel: Alison Fowler
Major-General: Nathan Hollister-Fisch
Sergeant: John  Benson
Victoria: Victoria Smith

Stage Chorus

Pirates:  Faith Baguinguito, Ben Caltacci, Anna Cubano, Nathan Cubano, Lleyton Dotoli, Ryan Howard, Sarah Lippsmeyer, Chris Merrill, Victoria Smith, Xavier Torres, Sydney Warnick, Madylin Webster

Daughters:  Eden Abarca, Caitlin Coleman, Sabrina Dailey, Paige De Burgh, Alison Fryer, Stella Jamieson, Sariah Jensen, Emily Kovalchuk, Alina Malyshenko, Lilianna Murphy, Jillian Paugh, Zariah Pinto, Samantha Seisa, Charlotte Syphus

Police:  Nathaniel Biorn, Preston Edwards, Zachary Howard, Joseph Kok-Arrieta, William Ma'afu, Edward Stach

Facilitating

Ronnie Weist - sound & lights
Lilianna and Charity Murphy - hair & make-up
Erica Blankenbehler - Costumes
Tamra Braatz - Accompanist & Additional Direction
Greg Blankenbehler - Music & Stage Direction

On the coast of Cornwall, England, 21-year-old Frederic celebrates his birthday and the completion of his apprenticeship with the infamous Pirates of Penzance. 

Pirates:
Pour, oh, pour the pirate sherry;
Fill, oh fill the pirate glass;
And, to make us more than merry,
Let the pirate bumper pass.

Samuel:
For today our pirate ’prentice
Rises from indenture freed;
Strong his arm, and keen his scent is
He’s a pirate now indeed!

Pirates:
Here’s good luck to Frederic’s ventures!
Frederic’s out of his indentures.

Pour, oh, pour the pirate sherry, etc.

Rather than continuing on as a full member of the pirate band, Frederic reveals his intentions to leave and start a new life ashore.  Ruth, Frederic's former nurserymaid, explains that she was actually supposed to apprentice him to be a ship's pilot, but she misheard the instructions from her master and instead accidentally signed for him to be apprenticed to the pirates.  

Ruth:
When Frederic was a little lad he proved so brave and daring,
His father thought he’d ’prentice him to some career seafaring.
I was, alas! his nurserymaid, and so it fell to my lot
To take and bind the promising boy apprentice to a pilot –
A life not bad for a hardy lad, though surely not a high lot,
Though I’m a nurse, you might do worse than make your boy a pilot.

I was a stupid nurserymaid, on breakers always steering,
And I did not catch the word aright, through being hard of hearing;
Mistaking my instructions, which within my brain did gyrate,
I took and bound this promising boy apprentice to a pirate.
A sad mistake it was to make and doom him to a vile lot.
I bound him to a pirate – you – instead of to a pilot.

Before he leaves, Frederic reveals to the pirates that their lack of success has been due to their kind hearts.  For instance, they let everyone go who claims to be an orphan.  The pirates sing about how there is actually much more cheating and "dirty work" in civilized society than as a pirate.

Pirate King:
Oh, better far to live and die
Under the brave black flag I fly,
Than play a sanctimonious part,
With a pirate head and a pirate heart.
Away to the cheating world go you,
Where pirates all are well-to-do;
But I’ll be true to the song I sing,
And live and die a Pirate King.

For I am a Pirate King!
And it is a glorious thing to be a Pirate King!

When I sally forth to seek my prey
I help myself in a royal way.
I sink a few more ships, it’s true,
Than a well-bred monarch ought to do;
But many a king on a first-class throne,
If he wants to call his crown his own,
Must manage somehow to get through
More dirty work than ever I do,

For I am a Pirate King! etc.

Ruth begs Frederic to take her along and marry her.  Frederic is very hesitant, given that Ruth is much older than he, but finally agrees when she gives him her word that she is a beautiful, eligible wife for a young man.  Unfortunately for her, a group of young maidens out for a hike along the seashore suddenly appears and Frederic sees for himself that Ruth lied to him.

F:   Oh, false one, you have deceived me!

R:   I have deceived you?

F:   Yes, deceived me!
      You told me you were fair as gold!

R:   And, master, am I not so?

F:   And now I see you’re plain and old.

R:   I’m sure I’m not a jot so.

F:   Upon my innocence you played.

R:   I’m not the one to plot so.

F:   Your face is lined, your hair is grey!

R:   It’s gradually got so.

F:   Faithless woman, to deceive me, I who trusted so!

R:   Master, master, do not leave me!  Hear me, ere you go!

Ruth storms off to rejoin the pirates, and Frederic quickly hides.  The girls express their joy over being free and unchaperoned in nature.

Daughters:
Climbing over rocky mountain,
Skipping rivulet and fountain,
Passing where the willows quiver
By the ever-rolling river,
Swollen with the summer rain;
Threading long and leafy mazes
Dotted with unnumbered daisies,
Scaling rough and rugged passes,
Climb the hardy little lasses,
Till the bright sea-shore they gain!

Isabel:
Let us gaily tread the measure,
Make the most of fleeting leisure,
Hail it as a true ally,
Though it perish by-and-by.

Edith:
Every moment brings a treasure
Of its own especial pleasure;
Though the moments quickly die,
Greet them gaily as they fly.

Kate:
Far away from toil and care,
Revelling in fresh sea-air,
Here we live and reign alone
In a world that’s all our own.
Here, in this our rocky den,
Far away from mortal men,
We’ll be queens, and make decrees –
They may honour them who please.

Daughters:
Let us gaily tread the measure, etc.

As the girls proceed to take off their shoes and socks to paddle, Frederic reveals himself and begs one of them to marry him.  Repulsed by his former profession as a pirate, they each reject him -- all except for Mabel, the final daughter who just arrived.

Frederic:
Stop, ladies, pray!
I had intended not to intrude myself upon your notice
In this effective but alarming costume;
But under these peculiar circumstances,
It is my bounden duty to inform you
That your proceedings will not be unwitnessed!

Isabel:
But who are you, sir? Speak!

Frederic:
I am a pirate!  Ladies, do not shun me!
This evening I renounce my vile profession;
And, to that end, O pure and peerless maidens!
Oh, blushing buds of ever-blooming beauty!
I, sore at heart, implore your kind assistance.

Edith, Kate, & Daughters:
How pitiful his tale!  How rare his beauty!

Frederic:
Oh, is there not one maiden breast
Which does not feel the moral beauty
Of making worldly interest
Subordinate to sense of duty?
To such an one, if such there be,
I swear by Heaven’s arch above you,
If you will cast your eyes on me,
However plain you be – I’ll love you!

Daughters:
Alas! there’s not one maiden here
Who does not feel the moral beauty
Of making worldly interest
Subordinate to sense of duty!

Frederic:   Not one?

Daughters:   No, no – not one!

Mabel:   Yes, one!

Daughters:   'Tis Mabel!

Mabel joyfully announces that she will rehabilitate the former pirate with her love.

Mabel:
Poor wandering one!
Though thou hast surely strayed,
Take heart of grace,
Thy steps retrace,
Poor wandering one!

Poor wandering one!
If such poor love as mine
Can help thee find
True peace of mind –
Why, take it, it is thine!

Daughters:
Take heart; no danger lowers;
Take any heart – but ours!

Mabel:
Take heart, fair days will shine;
Take any heart – take mine!

Ect.

As Frederic and Mabel pair off to get to know each other better, the girls find themselves in an awkward situation: Do they allow the couple the privacy they desire, or remain to chaperone as is proper?  They settle on covertly spying on the pair of lovers while loudly pretending to converse on the weather.

Edith:
What ought we to do, gentle sisters, say?
Propriety, we know, says we ought to stay;
While sympathy exclaims, “Free them from your tether –
Play at other games – Leave them here together.”

Kate:
Her case may, any day, be yours, my dear, or mine.
Let her make her hay, while the sun doth shine.
Let us compromise (Our hearts are not of leather):
Let us shut our eyes, and talk about the weather.

Daughters:
Yes, yes, let’s talk about the weather!

How beautifully blue the sky,
The glass is rising very high,
Continue fine I hope it may,
And yet it rained but yesterday.
Tomorrow it may pour again
(I hear the country wants some rain),
Yet people say, I know not why,
That we shall have a warm July.
Etc.

Frederic:
Did ever pirate roll his soul in guilty dreaming,
And wake to find that soul with peace and virtue beaming?

Mabel:
Did ever maiden close her eyes on waking sadness,
To dream of such exceeding gladness?

Frederic:
Ah, yes! ah, yes! this is exceeding gladness!

Daughters:
How beautifully blue the sky, etc.

Frederic & Mabel (together)

Did ever maiden wake, from dream of homely duty
To find her daylight break with such exceeding beauty!

Did ever pirate loathed, forsake his hideous mission
To find himself betrothed to lady of position!

Ah, yes!

Soon, the pirates appear, capture the girls, and prepare to carry them off to a minister to forcibly marry them.

Frederic:
Stay, we must not lose our senses;
Men who stick at no offenses
Will anon be here!
Piracy their dreadful trade is;
Pray you, get you hence, young ladies,
While the coast is clear!

Daughters:
No, we must not lose our senses,
If they stick at no offenses
We should not be here!
Piracy their dreadful trade is –
Nice companions for young ladies!
Let us disap--

Too late!

Pirates:  
Ha, ha!  Etc.

Here’s a first-rate opportunity
To get married with impunity,
And indulge in the felicity
Of unbounded domesticity.
You shall quickly be parsonified,
Conjugally matrimonified,
By a doctor of divinity,
Who is located in this vicinity.

Daughters:
We have missed our opportunity
Of escaping with impunity;
So farewell to the felicity
Of our maiden domesticity!
We shall quickly be parsonified,
Conjugally matrimonified,
By a doctor of divinity,
Who is located in this vicinity.

Etc.

Before the pirates are able to carry through their plan, the girls' father appears and introduces himself as "the very model of a modern major-general."  He expresses his displeasure with their plan to marry his daughters.

Mabel:
Hold, monsters! Ere your pirate caravanserai
Proceed, against our will, to wed us all,
Just bear in mind that we are Wards in Chancery,
And father is a Major-General!

Samuel:
We’d better pause, or danger may befall,
Their father is a Major-General.

Daughters, Pirates, Major-General:
Yes, yes; he is a Major-General!

Major-General:
I am the very model of a modern Major-General,
I’ve information vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical;
I’m very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical,
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical,
About binomial theorem I’m teeming with a lot o’ news –
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.

I’m very good at integral and differential calculus;
I know the scientific names of beings animalculous:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.

In fact, when I know what is meant by “mamelon” and “ravelin”,
When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a javelin,
When such affairs as sorties and surprises I’m more wary at,
And when I know precisely what is meant by “commissariat”,
When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery,
When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery;
In short, when I’ve a smattering of elemental strategy,
You’ll say a better Major-General has never sat a gee.

For my military knowledge, though I’m plucky and adventury,
Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century;
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.

Undeterred by the high rank of the girls' father, the pirates are ready to carry them off anyway until, in desperation, the Major-General reveals himself to be an orphan.  The pirates are disappointed, but let the general and his daughters go because they have a soft spot in their hearts for orphans: they are orphans themselves, after all.  The pirates express the sensitive nature of their hearts and their love of poetry, and then all rejoice at Frederic and Mabel's upcoming wedding.

Major-General:
Oh, men of dark and dismal fate,
Forgo your cruel employ,
Have pity on my lonely state,
I am an orphan boy!

Pirates:
How sad, an orphan boy!

Major-General:
These children whom you see
Are all that I can call my own!  (Poor fellow!)
Take them away from me,
And I shall be indeed alone.  (Poor fellow!)
If pity you can feel,
Leave me my sole remaining joy –
See, at your feet they kneel;
Your hearts you cannot steel
Against the sad, sad tale of the lonely orphan boy!  (Poor fellow!)

Pirate King:
Although our dark career sometimes involves the crime of stealing,
We rather think that we’re not altogether void of feeling.
Although we live by strife, we’re always sorry to begin it,
For what, we ask, is life without a touch of Poetry in it?

Choir:
Hail, Poetry, thou heav’n-born maid!
Thou gildest e’en the pirate’s trade.
Hail, flowing fount of sentiment!
All hail, divine emollient!

Pirate King:
You may go, for you’re at liberty, our pirate rules protect you,
And honorary members of our band we do elect you!

Samuel & Choir:
For he is an orphan boy!

Major-General:
And it sometimes is a useful thing to be an orphan boy!

Choir:
It is! Hurrah for the orphan boy!

Oh, happy day, with joyous glee
We/They will away and married be!
Should it befall auspiciously,
Her/Our sisters all will bridesmaids be!

Later, Major-General Stanley's daughters attempt to comfort their father, who sits awake at night with a guilty conscience for having lied to the pirates about being an orphan.

Oh, dry the glistening tear that dews that martial cheek;
Thy loving children hear, in them thy comfort seek.
With sympathetic care their arms around thee creep,
For oh, they cannot bear to see their father weep!

In order to capture the pirates, Frederic has enlisted the help of a small group of constables.  While the daughters are excited to see the policemen bravely "go to glory and the grave," the police, though high on pomp, are somewhat low on courage.

Sergeant & Police:
When the foeman bares his steel  (Tarantara! etc.)
We uncomfortable feel,
And we find the wisest thing
Is to slap our chests and sing,
For when threatened with emeutes,
And your heart is in your boots,
There is nothing brings it round
Like the trumpet’s martial sound:  Tarantara! etc.

Mabel:
Go, ye heroes, go to glory,
Though you die in combat gory,
Ye shall live in song and story.
Go to immortality!
Go to death, and go to slaughter;
Die, and every Cornish daughter
With her tears your grave shall water.
Go, ye heroes, go and die!

Sergeant & Police:
Though to us it’s evident,  (Tarantara! etc.)
These attentions are well meant,
Such expressions don’t appear,
Calculated men to cheer,
Who are going to meet their fate
In a highly nervous state!
Still to us it’s evident
These attentions are well meant.

Edith:
Go and do your best endeavor,
And before all links we sever,
We will say farewell forever.
Go to glory and the grave!

Daughters:
Go to glory and the grave!
For your foes are fierce and ruthless,
False, unmerciful, and truthless;
Young and tender, old and toothless,
All in vain their mercy crave.

Sergeant:
We observe too great a stress,
On the risks that on us press,
And of reference a lack
To our chance of coming back.
Still, perhaps it would be wise
Not to carp or criticize,
For it’s very evident
These attentions are well meant.

Police:
Yes, it’s very evident ... these attentions are well meant, etc.

Daughters:
Go ye heroes, go to glory, etc.  

Police:
When the foeman bares his steel, etc.

Major-General
Away, away!
These pirates slay.
Then do not stay.
Then why this delay?

Police:
All right, we go.
Yes, forward on the foe!

Major-General:
Yes, but you don’t go!
Yes, but you're still here!

Police:
We go, we go

All:
At last they really go!

Just as Frederic is about to go off to hunt down the pirates, his former comrades the Pirate King and Ruth arrive with a shocking revelation that changes everything:  While Frederic has indeed lived 21 years, because he was born on leap year he has only had five real birthdays, and therefore is still contractually obligated to the pirates until his 21st birthday, when he turns 84.  Duty-bound, Frederic feels forced to reveal to the Pirate King that General Stanley had lied to them when he said that he was an orphan.  The furious Pirate King vows vengence on the Major-General that very night.

For some ridiculous reason, to which, however,
I’ve no desire to be disloyal,
Some person in authority,
I don’t know who,
very likely the Astronomer Royal,
Has decided that, although for such a beastly month as February,
twenty-eight days as a rule are plenty,
One year in every four his days shall be reckoned
as nine and twenty.
Through some singular coincidence –
I shouldn’t be surprised if it were owing to the agency
of an ill-natured fairy –
You are the victim of this clumsy arrangement,
having been born in leap-year,
on the twenty-ninth of February;
And so, by a simple arithmetical process,
you’ll easily discover,
That though you’ve lived twenty-one years,
yet, if we go by birthdays,
you’re only five and a little bit over!

Sadly, Frederic tells Mabel that he cannot marry her for 63 more years.  They quarrel over the legitimacy of the pirates' contract obligation, but end with Frederic affirming his intention to do his duty and Mabel promising to wait for him.

Mabel:
All is prepared, your gallant crew await you.
My Frederic in tears? It cannot be
That lion-heart quails at the coming conflict?

Frederic:
No, Mabel, no. A terrible disclosure
Has just been made. Mabel, my dearly-loved one,
I bound myself to serve the pirate captain
Until I reached my one-and-twentieth birthday –

Mabel:
But you are twenty-one.

Frederic:
I’ve just discovered that I was born in leap-year,
And that birthday will not be reached by me
Till 1940!

Mabel
Oh, horrible! Catastrophe appalling!

Frederic:
And so, farewell!

Mabel:
No, no! Ah, Frederic, hear me.

Stay, Frederic, stay! They have no legal claim,
No shadow of a shame will fall upon thy name.
Stay, Frederic, stay!

Frederic:
Nay, Mabel, nay! Tonight I quit these walls,
The thought my soul appalls, but when stern Duty calls,
I must obey.

Mabel & Choir:
Ah, leave me not to pine
Alone and desolate;
No fate seemed fair as mine,
No happiness so great!
And Nature, day by day,
Has sung in accents clear
This joyous roundelay:
“He loves thee – he is here.
Fa-la, la-la, Fa-la, la-la”.

Frederic & Choir:
Ah, must I leave thee here
In endless night to dream,
Where joy is dark and drear,
And sorrow all supreme –
Where Nature, day by day,
Will sing, in altered tone,
This weary roundelay:
“He loves thee – he is gone.
Fa-la, la-la, Fa-la, la-la.”

Frederic:
In 1940 I of age shall be,
I’ll then return, and claim you – I declare it!

Mabel:
It seems so long!

Frederic:
Swear that, till then, you will be true to me.

Frederic:
Yes, I’ll be strong!
By all the Stanleys dead and gone, I swear it!

Mabel summons the police and tells them that they must now hunt down the pirates without Frederic.  They lament at having to be the ones to capture criminals, and speculate that even evil-doers must not be all that bad.

Sergeant:
When a felon’s not engaged in his employment,
Or maturing his felonious little plans,
His capacity for innocent enjoyment
Is just as great as any honest man’s.
Our feelings we with difficulty smother,
When constabulary duty’s to be done.
Ah, take one consideration with another,
A policeman’s lot is not a happy one.

Police:
When constabulary duty’s to be done.
A policeman’s lot is not a happy one.

Sergeant:
When the enterprising burglar’s not a-burgling,
When the cut-throat isn’t occupied in crime,
He loves to hear the little brook a-gurgling,
And listen to the merry village chime.
When the coster’s finished jumping on his mother,
He loves to lie a-basking in the sun.
Ah, take one consideration with another,
A policeman’s lot is not a happy one.

Police:
When constabulary duty’s to be done.
A policeman’s lot is not a happy one.

In the distance, the timid policemen hear the pirates approaching.  Quickly, they grab branches and conceal themselves as trees.  The pirates (loudly) sing about how quietly they are sneaking up on the Major-General.

Pirates:
A rollicking band of pirates we,
Who, tired of tossing on the sea,
Are trying their hand at a burglary,
With weapons grim and gory.

Sergeant:
Hush, hush! I hear them on the manor poaching,
With stealthy step the pirates are approaching.

Pirates:
We are not coming for plate or gold –
A story General Stanley’s told –
We seek a penalty fifty-fold,
For General Stanley’s story.

Sergeant:
They come in force, with stealthy stride,
Our obvious course is now – to hide. 

Police:
Tarantara!

Pirates:
With cat-like tread,
Upon our prey we steal;
In silence dread,
Our cautious way we feel.
No sound at all,
We never speak a word,
A fly’s foot-fall
Would be distinctly heard.

So stealthily the pirate creeps,
While all the household soundly sleeps.

Come, friends, who plough the sea!
Truce to navigation;
Take another station;
Let’s vary piracy
With a little burglary!

Frederic sees the light of the Major-General approaching, and the pirates all hide among the (policemen) trees.  Still tormented by his guilty conscience, the general was lying awake and went out to investigate a noise.  Seeing no one, he instead rhapsodizes about the interplay of the wind in the trees and the rustling brook.

Frederic:
Hush, hush! not a word; I see a light inside!
The Major-General comes, so quickly hide!

Pirates, Police, Major-General:
Yes, yes, the Major-General comes!

Major-General:
Tormented with the anguish dread of falsehood unatoned,
I lay upon my sleepless bed, and tossed and turned and groaned.
The man who finds his conscience ache no peace at all enjoys;
And as I lay in bed awake, I thought I heard a noise.

Pirates & Police:
He thought he heard a noise – ha! ha!

Major-General:
No, all is still in dale, on hill;
My mind is set at ease –
So still the scene, it must have been
The sighing of the breeze.

Sighing softly to the river comes the loving breeze,
Setting nature all a-quiver, rustling through the trees.
And the brook, in rippling measure, laughs for very love,
While the poplars, in their pleasure, wave their arms above.

Major-General, Pirates, Police:
River, river, little river,
May thy loving prosper ever!
Heaven speed thee, poplar tree,
May thy wooing happy be.

General Stanley's daughters come out to investigate what their father is doing outside in the middle of the night, and all are captured by the emerging pirates.  But just as the Pirate King is about to take his revenge on the Major-General, the police emerge from their hiding to fight the pirates . . . and are easily defeated.  In another plot twist, the police Sergeant orders the pirates to stand down in the name of Queen Victoria, their beloved sovereign, who appears herself.  Because they are, after all, good English citizens, the pirates surrender immediately.

Daughters:
Now what is this, and what is that,
And why does father leave his rest
At such a time of night as this,
So very incompletely dressed?

Dear father is, and always was,
The most methodical of men!

It’s his invariable rule
To go to bed at half-past ten.

What strange occurrence can it be
That calls dear father from his rest

At such a time of night as this,
So very incompletely dressed?

Daughters & Pirates:
The pirates!  Oh despair!

Major-General:
Frederic here!  Oh joy!  Oh rapture!
Summon your men and effect their capture!

Mabel:
Frederic, save us!

Frederic:
Beautiful Mabel,
I would if I could, but I am not able.

Pirate King:
With base deceit you worked upon our feelings!
Revenge is sweet, and flavors all our dealings!
With courage rare and resolution manly,
For death prepare, unhappy General Stanley.

Mabel:
Is he to die, unshriven – unannealed?
Will no one in his cause a weapon wield?

Daughters:
Oh, spare him!

Police: 
Yes, we are here, though hitherto concealed!
So to Constabulary, pirates yield!

Daughters:
Oh, rapture!

Pirates & Police:
We/You triumph now, for well we trow
Your/Our mortal career’s cut short;
No pirate band will take its stand
At the Central Criminal Court.

Sergeant:
To gain a brief advantage you’ve contrived,
But your proud triumph will not be long-lived.

Pirate King:
Don’t say you are orphans, for we know that game!

Sergeant:
On your allegiance we’ve a stronger claim –
We charge you yield, in Queen Victoria’s name!

Pirate King:
We yield at once, with humbled mien,
Because, with all our faults, we love our Queen.

Queen Victoria orders the pirates to be taken to prison.  But Ruth, with one more unique plot twist of her own, reveals that the pirates are actually all orphaned noblemen who succumbed to a life of buccaneering.  This revelation changes everything, and the sobered Queen invites each of the newly-revealed peers of the realm to take their place as rulers of the nation . . . and marry the Major-General's eligible daughters.

Queen Victoria:
Away with them, and place them at the bar!

Ruth:
One moment! let me tell you who they are.
They are no members of the common throng;
They are all noblemen who have gone wrong.

Queen Victoria:
No Englishman unmoved that statement hears,
Because, with all our faults, we love our House of Peers.
I pray you, pardon me, ex-Pirate King!
Peers will be peers, and youth will have its fling.
Resume your ranks and legislative duties,
And take these daughters, all of whom are beauties.

Mabel:
Poor wandering ones!
Though you have surely strayed,
Take heart of grace,
Your steps retrace,
Poor wandering ones!

Poor wandering ones!
If such poor love as ours
Can help you find
True peace of mind,
Why, take it, it is yours!

Choir:
Poor wandering ones!  Etc.