It you want to know who we are ; Gentleman, I pray you tell me ; Wand'ring mainstrel I ; Sun whose rays ; Here's a how-de-do ; Flowers that bloom in the spring ; On a tree by a river a little tom-tit ; There is beauty in the bellow of the blast ; For he's gone and married yum-yum -- Buon giorno singnorine (We're called Gondolieri) ; Take a pair of sparkling eyes ; Dance a chachucha, fendango, bolero ; I am a courtier grave and serious -- Loudly let the trumpet bray ; Love unrequited ; When you're lying awake ; Soon as we may, off and away! -- Oh, better far to live and die ; Oh, is there not one maiden breast ; Poor wand'ring one ; When the foeman bares his steel, though to us it's evident -- We sail the ocean blue ; I'm called little buttercup ; My gallant crew, good morning ; Never mind the why and wherefore.