Sylvia, Sweet As Morning Air, Do Not Drive Me To Despair: Long Have I Sighed In Vain, Now I Am Come Again, Will You Be Mine Or No, No-A-No, - Will You Be Mine Or No? Simon Pray Leave Off Your Suit, For Of Your Courting You'll Reap No Fruit, I Would Rather Give A Crown Than Be Married To A Clown; Go For A Booby, Go, No-A-No, - Go, For A Booby, Go.