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No. 26 - Finale Act III
Rip: | From deep forest hoary, Lift in awful glory Mountains grey and old, That myst'ry and tradition hold; Never mortal daring Thither reckless faring E'er return'd the tale (Save I alone) to tell! Dutch tars dress'd so quaintly, Dutch songs sounding faintly, Tell that Hudson's band Somewhere are at hand! |
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Chorus: | He raves! | |
Alice: | Oh! beware! take care, take care! If so be thou wert, by the dark glen straying! Never more thou'll wander there, By the trancèd solitude spell-bound delaying! |
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Chorus: | Here at length wilt thou find rest. | |
Alice: | Let the long-forgotten past glide by, | |
Chorus: | On thy daughter's loving breast, | |
Alice: | From thee will the cruel phantoms... | |
All: | ...fade and die! | |
Oh! beware! take care, take care! If so be thou wert, by the dark glen straying! Never more thou'll wander there, By the trancèd solitude spell-bound delaying! Here at length wilt thou find rest. Let the long-forgotten past glide by, On thy daughter's loving breast, From thee will the cruel phantoms fade and die! |
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British Musical Theatre | Rip Van Winkle
Page modified 29 May 2017