No. 4 - Trio - Polly, Weller and Sam - "Gratitude."
Polly: | Please tell me what is gratitude and where it can be found. | |
Sam: | Experience makes me conclude it ain't above the ground. | |
Weller: | You're wrong my boy, a clever man can find it if he looks. | |
Polly: | I'm sure I wish you'd tell me where. | |
Weller: | Why, in the story books. | |
Sam & Polly: | That's right, that's right. | |
Polly: | It isn't on earth and it isn't in air. | |
Sam: | If ain't found in bus'ness, to that you can swear. | |
Weller: | It's a thing that you'll none of you
meet with in trade. It's never been born, and it's never been made. |
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Sam: | It's a debt always owing
that never gets paid. It can't live in sunshine and dies in the shade. |
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Polly: | Then what is gratitude, what can it be? | |
Weller: | It's a bloomin' conundrum, take it from me. | |
Polly: | Where, oh where on earth is gratitude? | |
Sam: | No one's found it in this latitude; | |
Weller: | Talking of gratitude's only a platitude. | |
Polly: | Nobody knows where gratitude goes, | |
Sam: | When gratitude some one owes. | |
All: | Where, oh where on earth is gratitude? No one's found it in this latitude; Talking of gratitude's only a platitude. Nobody knows where gratitude goes, When gratitude some one owes. |
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Sam: | You lend a friend a sovereign and you find you've lost them both. | |
Weller: | Refuse to lend, you've lost your friend; to that I'll take my oath. | |
Polly: | But help a maiden in distress; she'll grateful be, I'm sure. | |
Sam: | You'l find she'll take a second help; then pass her plate for more. | |
Polly & Weller: | That's right, that's right. | |
Polly: | But gratitude surely is met with in some. | |
Weller: | As a very keen notion of favors to come. | |
Sam: | It's a Will-o'-the-Wisp that keeps
leading you on, And just when you want it you find that it's gone. |
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Polly: | It's something you read about,
talk about too. You expect it in others and they do in you. |
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Sam: | It hasn't got body, head, arms, feet or legs. | |
Weller: | It's the extract of nothing boiled down to the dregs. | |
Polly: | Where, oh where on earth is gratitude? | |
Sam: | No one's found it in this latitude; | |
Weller: | Talking of gratitude's only a platitude. | |
Polly: | Nobody knows where gratitude goes, | |
Sam: | When gratitude some one owes. | |
All: | Where, oh where on earth is gratitude? No one's found it in this latitude; Talking of gratitude's only a platitude. Nobody knows where gratitude goes, When gratitude some one owes. |
American Musical Theatre | Mr. Pickwick
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