Contents
- Boatmen's Chorus
- An Orphan from my early days
- My second sight has told me so
- Exactly four-and-twenty years ago
- A suitor seeks a bride
- The Moth draws near the flame
- Bridal Cake
- None braver, none so true
- Arsena, Arsena
- The morning breaks
- Beside the rim of yonder clearing
- Wake, wake, for high is the sun
- Exit for Chorus
- Woh tied the knot?
- To trample on Evil of ev'ry sort
- Recruiting Song "Comrade, dring a glass of wine"
- Away
- Oh, rejoice!
- I have no luck at all in love
- Now we're going home again
- March, march, marching along
- Wedding-bells! Hurrah!