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No. 1 - Prelude and Opening Ensemble
| Toby: | "Although I am a Dook," he sez, "Although I am a Dook," sez he, "For love's sweet sike I thee will take My true love for to be." |
| Two Milkmaids: | So off 'is 'ed 'is crown he took, |
| Toby: | So off 'is crown he took, |
| Two Milkmaids: | And pliced it on 'er 'ed, did he, |
| Toby: | Did he, |
| All Three: | And in the church next Sunday morn a Duchess he did mike of she, a Duchess he did mike of she. |
| Chorus: | And in the church next Sunday morn a Duchess he did mike of she, a Duchess he did mike of she. |
| Old Soldier & Sailor | Brayvo Boots! Brayvo, my boy! A right good song well sung. |
| All: | A jolly, jolly song, a jolly, jolly song, A right good song well sung! |
| Toby: | 'Tis true! |
| Chorus: | Brayvo Boots! Brayvo, my boy! A right good song well sung. |
| Doll: | Brayvo Boots! Brayvo, my boy! |
| Landlord: | Come, bustle about! |
(Toby tries to kiss Doll.) |
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| Doll: | Mind what you're about! Don't waste your val'able time. |
| Landlord: | Ye loitering clods, Come, make your best haste, the coach is due! |
| Doll: | The coach will be here, |
| Chorus: | 'Tis true! |
| Doll: | So hurry about. |
| Landlord: | Each loitering lout. |
| Doll: | Your time do not waste. |
| Landlord: | Ev'ry one must make his best haste. |
| Doll: | The squire and his friends will be here
soon you will see, For victuals and ale they all will yearn, |
| Chorus: | We will haste! Ay, marry, good master, bustle will we, And all shall be ready as you shall see. And we will be ready, and we will prepare, Oh yes, we will be ready, you'll see. There they are! |
| Doll & Landlord: | The hunting party's here. |
| Hunters: | "A-hunting we will go, A-hunting we will go, The huntsman winds his merry horn, A-hunting we will go." |
| Landlord: | Come, broach a new cask, Let each to his task. |
| Hunters: | A-hunting we will go, |
| Doll: | Be ready, prepare for customers rare. |
| Hunters: | A-hunting we will go. |
| Chorus: | To welcome them prepare. |
| Doll & Landlord: | A cheer for the hunters. They've found and killed. |
| Chorus: | A cheer for them, they've killed. |
| Doll & Landlord: | A cheer for the hunters, A cheer, hurrah! |
| Chorus: | To welcome them prepare, prepare! |
| Hunters: | Hey ho! |
| Chorus: | Prepare! |
| Hunters: | The horn, the horn, |
| Chorus: | To welcome them prepare. |
| Hunters: | When the lark's first song is heard, |
| All: | The red sun heralds the morn, The hounds are baying, the nags are neighing, Their music afar is borne. |
| Hunters: | Awake, my masters all, While the dew is on the thorn, The lawn's a-glisten, and if you listen, You'll hear the winding horn. |
| All: | Ay, if you listen, You will hear the winding horn. Hill and hollow, Come follow, come follow, come follow. And a fox or a stag shall mourn. A fox or a stag shall mourn, With view halloo, Hark! hark away! Yoicks! Tally-ho! We will ride today. We ride tantivy, tantivy, tantivy, We ride away. With view halloo, Hark! hark away! Tantivy, tantivy, tantivy, we ride today. Away! Hill and hollow Call follow, come follow, come follow. We ride tantivy, tantivy, tantivy, We ride away. The hunt is up today, we ride away. |
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American Musical Theatre | The Highwayman
Page modified 11 December 2016