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No. 8 - Finale Act I
| Chorus: | It is trot, trot, trot on the turnpike road, All of a fresh spring morning, While the whip-lash swings and the post-horn sings, And the music gives all warning. It is trot, trot, trot on the turnpike road, All in the April weather, While whip and horn, on echoes borne, Sing a jolly duet together. |
| Principals: | Tang-ta-ta-ra. |
| Chorus: | Crick-crack! crick! crack! |
| Principals: | Tang-ta-ta-ra! |
| Chorus: | Crick! crack! crick! crack! Ta-ra! |
| Principals: | Tang-ta-ra-ra-ra! |
| Constance: | O hark how the whip-lash rings, |
| Principals: | Crick! crack! |
| Constance: | And hark how the post-horn sings, |
| Principals: | Crick! crack! Its music gives all warning, All in the fine spring morning, The while we trot, we trot along the turnpike road |
| Chorus: | O hark how the whip-lash rings, |
| Principals: | Crick! crack! |
| Chorus: | And hark how the post-horn sings, |
| Principals: | Crick! crack! |
| All: | Its music gives all warning, All in the fine spring morning, It's hey then for the turnpike road, away! Away! Hip hooray! |
| Chorus: | Red coats! Hooray! |
| Principals: | Hooray! |
| Chorus: | The Red coats are a-coming, Red coats! Hooray! |
| Principals: | Hooray! |
| Chorus: | With fifing and with drumming. Marching away, |
| Principals: | Hooray! |
| Chorus: | In rank and file so steady, |
| All: | For battle ever ready, Red coats! Hooray! |
| Principals: | Red coats! Hooray! |
| Chorus: | Hooray! |
| Principals: | The Red coats are a-coming, |
| Chorus: | Hooray! |
| Principals: | Red coats! Hooray! |
| Chorus: | Hooray! |
| Principals: | With fifing and with drumming. |
| Chorus: | Hooray! |
| Principals: | Marching away, |
| Chorus: | Hooray! |
| Principals: | In rank and file so steady, |
| All: | For battle ever ready, Red coats! Hooray! |
| Sir Godfrey: | Come, pedlar, pray describe again, |
| Hawkhurst & Basses: | |
| Describe again, | |
| Sir Godfrey: | This villainous rapscallion. |
| Chorus: | This villainous rapscallion. |
| Quiller: | I'll after him with all my clever men. |
| Chorus: | Describe him, pray! |
| Lovelace: | And I with my battalion, |
| Chorus: | Describe him! |
| Girls: | Come, tell us of this Highwayman, what is the fellow like? |
| Men: | Yes, tell us of this Highwayman, what is the fellow like? |
| Sopranos: | Tell us pray! |
| Contralos: | Tell us pray! |
| Girls: | What's his style, come pedlar say? |
| Dick: | He's a man of my size, With a pair of black eyes, And he's given the like to full many a varlet. He's as strong as a horse; He's a dead shot, of course, No mistaking his mask and his coat of bright scarlet. |
| Chorus: | Yes, we shall know him if e'er we meet. |
| Dick: | With a cheery chit chat to you, Doffing his hat to you, Blandly he tells you the toll you must pay. Shockingly chaffs at you, Mockingly laughs at you, Gives you good day and then gallops away. |
| Chorus: | And gallops away, ay he gallops away. |
| Dick: | He robs you and gallops |
| All: | Away, then he gallops away, far away. |
| Ensemble: | In covert deep, when all men sleep, When the peaceful world is dreaming, To capture this same Highwayman, I'd most gladly pay my part. If he should dare to stop my coach, I'd try my best to take him. Then off to claim the cash I'll hie, My captured prize and I! The cash I'll have, My captured prize and I! |
| Sir Godfrey: | I'll make him fly. The rogue shall die. |
| Dick: | No true heart nigh, |
| Pamela: | I'm all defy, Yes, off to Gretna Green we'll fly, My lover true and I will fly. |
| Lovelace: | He shall be mine. |
| Chorus: | He'll all defy. |
| Dick: | But what care I? |
| Pamela: | Away we'll fly, Yes, off to Gretna Green we'll fly, My lover fond and true and I. All I'll defy. |
| Sir Godfrey: | Come, let's be off as soon as may be. |
| Chorus: | Oh, speed your way to the town. |
| Sir Godfrey: | The rogue shall be captured,
the road be free. The road shall soon be free. |
| Chorus: | The coach is prepared. |
| Principals: | Hey, the coach! Heigh-ho! Chivy! Tantivy, tantivy, tantivy! Oh, the Highwayman bold shall mourn. The Highwayman bold shall mourn. To capture him we ride away. After him, after him, ride today, We'll ride tantivy, tantivy, tantivy, away today, |
| Chorus: | Go hunt the Highwayman we pray, Ta ra, ta, ta, ra, ta, ta, ra, ta, ta, ra. Go capture this bold Highwayman, we pray, Ta, ta, ra, ta, ta, ra, ta, ta, ra. |
| Ensemble: | Oh, yes, we will capture him, Surely we'll capture him now, |
| Sir Godfrey: | Ay, it must be. |
| Ensemble: | Heigh-ho! Chivy!
tantivy, tantivy, tantivy! We'll ride, tantivy, tantivy, tantivy, away today. Away the Highwayman this day shall be our prey. |
| Chorus: | Away! |
| Principals: | Let's after him away, |
| All: | Away! |
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American Musical Theatre | The Highwayman
Page modified 11 December 2016