(Schott). 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!