Stop, Ladies, Pray! Lyrics

This evening I renounce my vile profession.
And to that end,
O pure and peerless maidens,
O blushing buds of everblooming beauty,
I, sore at heart,
I, sore at heart,
Implore your kind assistance.

Edith:
How pitiful his tale!

Kate:
How rare his beauty!

Daughters:
How pitiful his tale!
How rare his beauty!

Stop, Ladies, Pray! Lyrics From The Musical Pirates of Penzance, The


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