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No. 7 - Song - Rodney - "Gretna Green."
| Rodney: | Miss Prudence who waits In her drawing-room prim with her aunt and Mamma close by, For love and for laughter her chances are slim; She may go to the deuce, say I; But give me the damsel who tries not to cheat you, Who gives you her heart a prize, Who climbs down the vines of the window to meet you, And kiss you with love in her eyes. Then it's Hey, for my sort of a girl, Her love is worth more than a million. Out with you, dear, when the skies are clear, And I'll carry you off on a pillion. Up, up, up, and away, Spurs to the nag, a kiss for my Queen. After us dad will come riding like mad, Then Hurrah for a galop to Gretna Green. |
| I hate the prim jade who despises a kiss, 'Tis a pleasure she ne'er has known. Of course, what she's never had she cannot miss, I will let such a girl alone. But give me the damsel with eyes that confess all, Who never a kiss denies, Who tells you enough so you easily guess all, Who tells you her love with her eyes. Then it's Hey, for my sort of a girl, Her love is worth more than a million. Out with you, dear, when the skies are clear, And I'll carry you off on a pillion. Up, up, up, and away, Spurs to the nag, a kiss for my Queen. After us dad will come riding like mad, Then Hurrah for a galop to Gretna Green, to Gretna Green. |
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American Musical Theatre | The Highwayman
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