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No. 12 - Finale Act I
MIDI File
| Chorus: | Hurrah! for the squire, Our gallant young quire, Head of the house that was head of the shire! We'll hear him and cheer him With heart and with soul, And bring him in safe at the head of the poll! Challoner for ever! |
| Geoffrey: | I thank you for your welcome, friends, I know you'll do your part for me, And if I go to Parliament, I'll try to serve you there. So now I'll find my love and ask if she has yet a heart for me, For I have fame and fortune and a home for her to share! |
| Princess: | I am free, and can discover All the love I bear my lover. As the deer that seeks the river, As the pilgrim at the shrine, I desire you, I adore you, And I lay my love before you, Take the gift, take the giver, Take gift and giver, And be lord of me and mine! |
| Geoffrey: | Your approval, fond and fervent, Overpays your humble servant, And I wish that I could render such an answer as is due! But alas! my public duty Calls me from the side of beauty, Do not think me rude, untender, If I have to part from you. |
| Chorus: | We can clearly tell
that she loves him well. Is it really true that he loves her too? |
| Nan: | What does she mean by coming between, A dear little lass and her lover? Let her go back and pick up a black, A Devonshire match is above her! |
| Princess: | Who may this be that's mocking at me? Pray silence this insolent peasant! If I incline to a man, he is mine, And nobody else's at present! |
| Chorus: | What does she mean coming between? Let her go back, pick up a black! What does she mean coming between? Let her go back, pick up a black! pick up a black, a... |
| Nan: | He doesn't care for you, I will swear! |
| Princess: | Be quiet! |
| Nan: | I won't! |
| Princess: | I could kill you now! |
| Nan: | Will you now? |
| Princess: | Shameless one, go! |
| Nan: | I'll never do so, for any black foreigners out of a show! |
| Chorus: | That is the sort, You tell it her short, don't let her go on domineeringly, jeeringly, Each have your say, and we'll see fair play, For "say what you mean" is the Devonshire, Devonshire way. That is the sort... |
| Princess: | Who may this person be mocking at me? |
| Nan: | What does this lady mean, coming between? |
| Chorus: | That is the sort, tell it her short, That is the sort, tell it her short! "Say what you mean" is the Devonshire, Devonshire, Devonshire way. Say what you mean! |
| Marjorie: | Ah, now I see why he was cold to me! I saw him stand by her and kiss her hand. He loves me not, and I have but to say goodbye! Farewell, old cottage door, |
| Chorus: | She says farewell! |
| Marjorie: | And all I loved before; |
| Chorus: | She says farewell! |
| Marjorie: | With heart grown sad and older, I go and come no more. |
| Chorus: | Farewell, may life be fair Before you ev'rywhere, But if the world grows colder, Come back our lot to share, Farewell, farewell, farewell, farewell! |
| Barry: | Come on sir, ev'rything's arranged,
you're sure of your election. The fair Princess her mind has changed, and offers her affection. She's very nice, although as hot as Oriental curry; So take her hand, you'll save a lot of worry, of worry! |
| Chorus: | They'll make him king! Who ever heard of such a thing? |
| Nan: | Speak and tell us plainly,
let the truth be known! Will you choose a royal reign, leave your little love again? |
| Geoffrey: | No, they offer vainly Beauty and a throne; 'Tis the girl I loved before I love for evermore. |
| Chorus: | That is plain. Such a match as this Could not give you bliss, though you reign In your pomp and pride with a lovely bride. That is plain. Such a match as this Could not give you bliss, though you reign In your pomp and pride with a lovely bride. |
| Princess: | Though I scorn to importune, I shall still have my will. Why not welcome your fortune while you can, Foolish man? Foolish man! Foolish man! Foolish man! |
| Nan & Princess: | Ah! Ah! |
| Chorus: | You may offer beauty, And a crown and throne. But the heart must be obeyed, He will wed a Devon maid, Devon, do your duty, Leave the rest alone. Round the rolling world we'll roam, and love, and wed at home. Round the rolling world you roam, round the rolling world you roam, But love and wed, love and wed, love and wed at home, at home. |
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Page modified 10 November 2016