ALL. Never, never, never, Faint heart never won fair lady! Every journey has an end— When at the worst affairs will mend— Dark the dawn when day is nigh— Hustle your horse and don't say die! LORD TOLL. He who shies At such a prize Is not worth a maravedi, Be so kind To bear in mind— Faint heart never won fair lady! ALL. Never, never, never, Faint heart never won fair lady! While the sun shines make your hay— Where a will is, there's a way— Beard the lion in his lair— None but the brave deserve the fair! LORD CH. I'll take heart And make a start— Though I fear the prospect's shady— Much I'd spend To gain my end— Faint heart never won fair lady! ALL. Never, never, never, Faint heart never won fair lady! Nothing venture, nothing win— Blood is thick, but water's thin— In for a penny, in for a pound— It's Love that makes the world go round! (Dance, and exeunt arm-in-arm together.) (Enter Strephon, in very low spirits.) [The following song was deleted from production] Fold your flapping wings, Soaring legislature. Stoop to little things, Stoop to human nature. Never need to roam members patriotic. Let's begin at home, Crime is no exotic. Bitter is your bane Terrible your trials Dingy Drury Lane Soapless Seven Dials. Take a tipsy lout Gathered from the gutter, Hustle him about, Strap him to a shutter. What am I but he, Washed at hours stated. Fed on filagree, Clothed and educated He's a mark of scorn I might be another If I had been born Of a tipsy mother. Take a wretched thief, Through the city sneaking. Pocket handkerchief Ever, ever seeking. What is he but I Robbed of all my chances Picking pockets by force of circumstances I might be as bad, As unlucky, rather, If I'd only had, Fagin for a father.