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No. 14 - Finale Act II
| Aladdin, Amine, Genie & Vizier: |
By accident,
all of our sorrows are turned to joy, Although we must dissemble, We've found a law that will frighten the Yankee boy, And will no doubt make him tremble. |
| Aladdin: | In writings of the sages, On musty, dusty pages, In the book on heritages, We have found this ancient law: |
| All four: | "If any one," the sages say, "Should steal the lamp, just then Its power fails until the day It's stolen back again." Hush, hush! Hush, hush! Hush! We'll temporize while he is nestling in balmy sleep, Awake, he might prove cranky, The lamp we'll grab, then In a dungeon both dank and deep, We will lock this little Yankee. |
| Aladdin: | In writings of the sages, On musty, dusty pages, In the book on heritages, We have found this ancient law: |
| All four: | "If any one," the sages say, "Should steal the lamp, just then Its power fails until the day It's stolen back again." |
| Chris (awakening): | Give me the lamp, You are robbers, cowards! |
| (to Genie) | I command you help me! |
| Aladdin: | What! he obey you? he cannot do it, I hold the lamp and he becomes my slave again. |
| Genie: | Now toddle along like a good little chap, You are out of the game just now. Tall talking's no good, and I won't let you scrap, So to chance you must meekly bow. |
| Chris: | If you're half a man, you'll fight me. |
| Aladdin: | Nothing, sir, will so delight me. |
| Fanny: | Desist! Refrain! What means this sanguinary scene? Whate'er your quarrel, I beg to intervene. |
| Aladdin: | Sweet Princess,
the wondrous lamp is mine, And it and all I have are thine. |
| Fanny: | No! No! Perhaps I'll flirt, perhaps coquette, But I'm a girl who never yet Saw royal prince or coronet That I'd exchange for a Yankee boy. The bold Yankee boy is the boast of his nation, There's no land where his equal has ever been known, He's the careless and crownless young king of creation, Mighty monarch who needs neither sceptre nor throne. |
| Genie: | For at planning or doing or fighting or wooing, Or whatever you choose, he's a pride and a joy. |
| All: | To the maid who would mate, No prize is so great As the love of a true born Yankee boy, |
| Genie & Vizier: | Of a Kentucky boy, or a New Hampshire boy, |
| All: | An American boy, The bold Yankee boy is the pride of his nation, There's no land where his equal has ever been known, He's the careless and crownless young king of creation, Mighty monarch who needs neither sceptre nor throne. A king who needs neither sceptre nor throne, neither sceptre nor throne, neither sceptre nor throne, nor throne. |
| Genie & Vizier: | There's no land where his equal is known, |
| All: | The Yankee boy. |
| Genie & Vizier: | And he needs neither sceptre nor throne, |
| All: | The Yankee boy. |
| Genie & Vizier: | For he is an American boy. |
| Fanny: | Come, Chris, we will go home. |
| Aladdin: | Ah, pardon, sweet Princess, You must remain. |
| Chris: | Must? How dare you say it? From insistent language please refrain. |
| Genie: | 'Tis the midnight hour! The gates of fairyland are locked! All must remain tonight, For ev'ry door and gate is blocked. |
| Miss Prisms: | As chaperon I'll pick the bone, |
| Aladdin & Genie: | Come here at once, I say, |
| Miss Prisms: | Please understand that we demand You let us go our way. |
| Genie: | If she gets mad she'll thrash us all, Suppose the household troops we call, |
| Aladdin: | All right! |
| Fanny: | The man behind the gun! Stand ever ready to defend him! When the call to battle's sounding, Anxious words he's not propounding, But it's... |
| All: | "Up and at 'em, boys." |
| Fanny: | 'Tis not the hour for meditation, Mincing words or explanation, but it's... |
| All: | Up and at 'em, boys, charge! |
| Fanny: | Ah, see his gallant charge, May luck and victory attend him! Watch him rallying and fighting, Now the foe the dust is biting, For it's... |
| All: | "Up and at 'em, boys." |
| Fanny: | The battle rages fast and faster, To the foeman's great disaster, For it's... |
| All: | "Up and at 'em, boys." The battle rages fast and faster, To the foeman's great disaster, For it's "Up and at 'em, boys!" |
| Sopranos: | Oh, crown him, hero of our land! He'll fight till the battle's won. Oh, brave heart of a valiant band, The man behind the gun! |
| All: | Oh, crown him, hero of our land! He'll fight till the battle's won. Oh, brave heart of a valiant band, The man behind the gun! |
| Genie: | Is he just treated right, For all the sacrifice he's making, When he shivers in the trenches, And the rain his body drenches, It is... |
| All: | "Up and at 'em, boys!" |
| Genie: | Far in the fields he stands as picket, Hark! a shot comes from the thicket, And it's... |
| All: | "Up and at 'em, boys!" |
| Genie: | He rests upon his arms, And when the morning light is breaking, See him warm each icy finger By the smould'ring coals that linger, Then it's... |
| All: | "Up and at 'em, boys!" |
| Genie: | What tho' his comrades die about him, Whizzing bullets cannot rout him, For it's... |
| All: | "Up and at 'em, boys!" What tho' his comrades die about him, Whizzing bullets cannot rout him, For it's "Up and at 'em, boys!" Oh, crown him, hero of our land! He'll fight till the battle's won. Oh, brave heart of a valiant band, The man behind the gun! |
| Fanny: | Oh, |
| All: | Oh, crown him, hero of our land! He'll fight till the battle's won. Oh, brave heart of a valiant band, The man behind the gun, behind the gun, behind the gun! Oh, brave heart of a valiant band, The man behind, the man behind the gun! |
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American Musical Theatre | Chris and the Wonderful Lamp
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