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Song No. 12
MY FATHER!
 MIDI File 44K, 3 minutes 35 seconds.
(Enter Grinder, Laetitia, Carboy and Chorus.)
Laetitia:
My Father!
Carboy:
Her Father!
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Grinder:
Found you at last!
Wretched outcast!
Vilest compounder of potions!
Think of the past,
Think of the last
One of your horrible notions.
Out of the light,
Out of my sight!
Heartless undutiful child.
Is it for spite,
That you delight,
To drive your progenitor wild?
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Laetitia:
Ah!
Father, dear, see,
Here on my knee,
Ask I for pardon and pity,
He's fitted to me,
He's destin'd to be,
A respectable man in the City.
| Laetitia: |
Carboy: |
Grinder: |
Chorus: |
| | | Parent so stern,
Have you to learn,
Heart strings are easily
broken. |
| Father, | | Out of the light, | See his heart burn, |
| father, | | Out of my sight | and concern, |
| father, | | | Look at a lover |
| dear, | | | forlorn. |
| See, father, dear. | See my heart burn | Out of my sight. | Lover forlorn. |
| Laetitia, Eliza, Carboy and Chorus: | Grinder: |
| Parent so stern, | Out of my sight |
| See our concern. | Out of the light |
| Look at a lover forlorn, | Heartless undutiful child, |
| A lover forlorn. | Undutiful child. |
| Have you to learn | |
| That heart strings are easily torn, | |
| That heart strings are torn, | |
| Are torn, yes, yes, yes, | |
| Yes, yes, yes, are torn. | |
Carboy:
Then, sir, you firmly decline to relent?
Grinder:
Yes, I distinctly refuse my consent.
Laetitia:
Father, on suicide, see, he is bent.
Carboy:
Fetch me a rope.
Chorus:
Fetch him a rope.
Carboy:
Fetch me a rope.
Chorus:
Fetch him a rope,
Fetch him a rope,
Fetch him a rope.
| Laetitia and Eliza: |
Carboy: |
Chorus: |
| Fare thee well,
Laetitia, fare thee well, | |
| | Fare thee well,
Fare thee well,
Fare thee well. |
| Fare thee well,
Laetitia, fare thee well, | |
| | Fare thee well,
Fare thee well,
Fare thee well. |
Fare thee well,
Fare thee well. | | |
| | Fare thee well. |
| Fare thee well, | | |
| | Fare thee well. |
| Fare thee well, | | Fare thee well. |
| Fare thee well, | | Fare well, |
| Fare thee well, | | |
| Fare thee well, | | Fare |
| Fare thee well, | Fare thee well, | thee well, |
| Laetitia, fare thee well, | Laetitia, fare thee well, | Fare thee well, |
| Laetitia, fare thee well, | Laetitia, fare thee well, | Fare thee well, |
| Fare thee well, | Fare thee well, | |
| Fare well, | Fare thee well, | Fare well, |
| Fare well. | Fare well. | Fare well. |
(Carboy lowers himself into the Bear Pit.
Enter Thomas brown as The Duke of Islington.)
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