| ACT 1 | Sung By |
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| Through all the Employments of Life | Peachum |
| 'Tis Woman that seduces all Mankind | Filch |
| If any Wench Venus's Girdle wear | Mrs. Peachum |
| If Love the Virgin's Heart invade | Mrs. Peachum |
| A Maid is like the golden Oar | Mrs. Peachum |
| Virgins are like the fair Flower in its Lustre | Polly Peachum |
| Our Polly is a sad Slut! nor heeds what we have taught her | Mrs. Peachum |
| Can Love be controul'd by Advice? | Polly Peachum |
| O Polly, you might have toy'd and kist | Mrs. Peachum and Polly Peachum |
| I, like a Ship in Storms, was tost | Polly Peachum |
| A Fox may steal your Hens, Sir | Peachum |
| Oh, ponder well! Be not severe | Polly Peachum |
| The Turtle thus with plaintive crying | Polly Peachum |
| Pretty Polly, say | Macheath and Polly Peachum |
| My Heart was so free | Macheath |
| Were I laid on Greenland's Coast | Macheath and Polly Peachum |
| O what Pain it is to part! | Polly Peachum and Macheath |
| ACT 2 | Sung By |
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| Fill ev'ry Glass, for Wine inspires us | Matt of the Mint and Chorus |
| Let us take the Road | Matt of the Mint and Chorus |
| If the Heart of a Man is deprest with Cares | Macheath |
| Youth's Season made for Joys | Macheath and Ladies' Chorus |
| Before the Barn-door crowing | Jenny Diver |
| At the Tree I shall suffer with pleasure | Macheath |
| Man may escape from Rope and Gun | Macheath |
| Thus when a good Huswife sees a Rat | Lucy Lockit |
| How cruel are the Traytors | Lucy Lockit |
| The first time at the Looking-glass | Macheath |
| When you censure the Age | Lockit and Peachum |
| Is then his Fate decreed, Sir? | Lucy Lockit |
| You'll think e'er many days ensue | Lockit |
| Thus when the Swallow, seeking Prey | Polly Peachum |
| How happy could I be with either | Macheath |
| I'm bubbled | Polly Peachum and Lucy Lockit |
| Cease your Funning | Polly Peachum |
| Why how now, Madam Flirt? | Lucy Lockit and Polly Peachum |
| No Power on Earth can e'er divide | Polly Peachum |
| ACT 3 | Sung By |
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| Thus Gamesters United in Friendship are found | Lockit |
| The Modes of the Court so common are grown | Macheath |
| In the Days of my Youth I could bill like a Dove, fa, la, la, &c. | Mrs. Trapes |
| I'm like Skiff on the ocean tost | Lucy Lockit |
| A Curse attends that Woman's Love | Polly Peachum and Lucy Lockit |
| Come, sweet Lass | Lucy Lockit |
| Hither, dear Husband, turn your Eyes | Polly Peachum and Lucy Lockit |
| Which way shall I turn me?- How can I decide? | Macheath |
| The Charge is prepar'd; The Lawyers are met | Macheath |
| O cruel, cruel, cruel Case | Macheath |
| Of All the Friends in time of Grief | Macheath |
| But Valour the stronger grows | |
| But can I leave my pretty Hussies | |
| Their Eyes, their lips, their Busses | |
| Would I might be hang'd! | Lucy Lockit, Polly Peachum, Macheath and Chorus |
| Thus I stand like the Turk, with his Doxies around | Macheath and Chorus |
