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No. 17: Finale Act II | |
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Toto. | |||
Away, away to Indian isles | |||
That dot Pacific seas, | |||
Where nature wears eternal smiles | |||
And Palm trees woo the breeze; | |||
Away, away to Indian isles | |||
That dot Pacific seas, | |||
Where nature wears eternal smiles | |||
And Palm trees woo the breeze; | |||
Away! away! away! To the Indian isle. |
King, Zapeter and Jamilek. | |||
Within our wile, In first-rate style |
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Our Toto is entrapped | |||
We softly smile, Although our guile |
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May get our knuckles rapped. | |||
Within our wile, In first-rate style |
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Our Toto is entrapped | |||
We softly smile, Although our guile |
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May get our knuckles rapped. |
Toto. | |||
Away, away, away to Indian isles, Away, away, away to Indian isles! |
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Ah! | |||
Away, away, away, | |||
Away, away to Indian isles | |||
That dot Pacific seas, | |||
Where nature wears eternal smiles | |||
And Palm trees woo the breeze. |
Toto, King, Zapeter and Jamilek. | |||
Away, away to Indian isles | |||
That dot Pacific seas, |
Toto and Jamilek. | |||
Away, away, to Indian isles, Away, to Indian isles! |
Re-enter CARAMEL, JACQUIER, FLOSS, JELLY, and all the BRIGANDS.
They see TOTO and others on the bridge at back.
Caramel. (recitativo.) Who goes there? I charge you stop! | ||
King. (aside.) The brigands, hold me or I drop. | ||
Caramel. What are you doing, Toto, what, oh! what? | ||
Toto. | With these Red Indians I have cast my lot. I leave you Brigands, so pursue me not. With these Red Indians I have cast, I have cast my lot. |
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King, Zapeter and Jamilek. Ah! |
Toto, King, Zapeter and Jamilek. | ||
With feathers, paint, and patches | ||
And a tom, tom, tom, | ||
We sing unmeaning snatches | ||
In a tom, tom, tom, With a tom, tom, tom, With a tom, tom, tom, |
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Till we are under hatches | ||
In a tom, tom, tom. |
Caramel. (furious.) | ||
Among you Brigands is there one Who knows the way to load a gun? Among you Brigands is there one Who knows the way to load a gun? |
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I’ll freely promise half-a-crown To anyone who’ll bring them down. |
Chorus. | ||
Among us Brigands is there one Who knows the way to load a gun? |
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He’ll freely promise half-a-crown To anyone who’ll bring them down. |
Caramel. (in despair.) | ||
Not one, not one can load a gun, Not one, not one can load a gun. |
Toto, King and Jamilek. | ||
Not one, not one can load a gun, Not one, not one can load a gun. |
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(they laugh.) |
Jelly. | ||
You take a ball and powder, Which you ram to make it louder; |
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If your enemy you’d cripple, Place a cap upon the nipple; |
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Take aim, and pull the trigger, And he’ll cut a pretty figure; |
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If you hit him in the head, He will fall dead, dead, You hit him in the head, He will fall dead, dead. |
Chorus. | ||
Hurrah! Hurrah! | ||
Let us follow, Let us follow, Let us follow, Let us follow, |
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Let us follow, follow, follow, follow, follow! |
King and Jamilek. | ||
If you stir a step upon my word ... Upon my word you will rue it. |
Chorus. | ||
Let us follow, | ||
Let us follow, follow, follow, follow, follow! |
But they don’t follow.
Caramel. | ||
It’s all very well to cry “follow”, But why the dickens, Why the dickens don’t you do it? |
Chorus. | ||
With joy and rapture and with glee, We are as glad, as glad can be, |
Caramel. | Chorus. | ||||
Oh rage, oh fury, oh despair ... | All this will end, and we shall spend | ||||
I stamp my feet, I tear my hair. | Our future lives respectably, | ||||
Our future lives respectably! |
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Toto. | Brigands. | ||||
Away, away, away to the Indian isles, | They’re off, they’re off, they’re off to the Indian isles, | ||||
Away, away to Indian isles | They’re off, they’re off to Indian isles | ||||
That dot Pacific seas, | That dot Pacific seas, | ||||
Where nature wears eternal smiles | Where nature wears eternal smiles | ||||
And palm trees woo the breeze, | And palm trees woo the breeze, | ||||
Away, away to Indian isles | They’re off, they’re off to Indian isles | ||||
That dot Pacific seas, | That dot Pacific seas, | ||||
Away, away to Indian isles, | They’re off, they’re off to Indian isles, | ||||
Away, away, away! | They’re off, they’re off, they’re off! |
Dance of joy for BRIGANDS. CARAMEL and JELLY furious.
TOTO and RED INDIANS triumphant.
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