I love how he tells all the men that he grew tired of her - they could relate, and then he flirts with all the girls in the second verse. He's clearly a cad. :)
When first my old, old love I knew, My bosom welled with joy; My riches at her feet I threw-- I was a love-sick boy! No terms seemed too extravagant Upon her to employ-- I used to mope, and sigh, and pant, Just like a love-sick boy! Tink-a-tank! Tink-a-tank! But joy incessant palls the sense; And love, unchanged, will cloy, And she became a bore intense Unto her love-sick boy! With fitful glimmer burnt my flame, And I grew cold and coy, At last, one morning, I became Another's love-sick boy. Tink-a-tank! Tink-a-tank!
The best version of Trial I have ever seen.
This is one of the best versions of "Trial" that I've ever seen. Great fun
Excellent!
This production is like Mozart. Wow.
Interesting staging. Good singer.
I love how he tells all the men that he grew tired of her - they could relate, and then he flirts with all the girls in the second verse. He's clearly a cad. :)
When first my old, old love I knew,
My bosom welled with joy;
My riches at her feet I threw--
I was a love-sick boy!
No terms seemed too extravagant
Upon her to employ--
I used to mope, and sigh, and pant,
Just like a love-sick boy!
Tink-a-tank! Tink-a-tank!
But joy incessant palls the sense;
And love, unchanged, will cloy,
And she became a bore intense
Unto her love-sick boy!
With fitful glimmer burnt my flame,
And I grew cold and coy,
At last, one morning, I became
Another's love-sick boy.
Tink-a-tank! Tink-a-tank!