Overture
Tripping Hither, Tripping Thither
Iolanthe! From Thy Dark Exile
Good Morrow, Good Mother! Good Mother, Good Morrow!
Fare Thee Well, Attractive Stranger
Good Morrow, Good Lover! Good Lover! Good Morrow!
None Shall Part Us From Each Other
Loudly Let the Trumpet Bray
The Law Is the True Embodiment
My Well Beloved Lord
Nay, Tempt Me Not / Spurn Not the Nobly Born
My Lords, It May Not Be
Said I to Myself, Said I
When Darkly Looms the Day
When All Night Long a Chap Remains
Strephon's a Member of Parliament
When Britain Really Ruled the Waves
In Vain to Us You Plead
Oh Foolish Fay
Though P'r'aps I May Incur Your Blame
Love Unrequited
If You Go In You're Sure to Win
If You're Weak Enough to Tarry
My Lord, a Suppliant At Your Feet / It May Not Be
Soon As We May, Off and Away