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No. 2 - Entrance and Song - Flora
| Flora: | Holloa! Ho, ho! Holloa! Ho, ho! |
| Chorus: | Holloa! Who's for the chase, my bonny hearts, for the chase today? Who's for the chase, my bonny hearts, for the chase today? Oh, come with me where the coverts be! The lark's on high in the azure sky; On breezes of morning is merrily borne The sound of the winding horn. Far on the breezes of morning is born The sound of the bugle horn. Holloa! Hark, hark away! away! |
| Flora: | Away in the morning early, O, In the pleasant summer weather, When the dew is bright and pearly, O, O'er the clover and the heather. How jolly it is to ride away, All thought of danger scorning! There's nothing to me so blithe and gay As a ride in the early morning, O, A ride in the early morning. |
| Chorus: | How jolly it is to ride! |
| Flora: | Away! |
| Men: | Galloping, galloping, galloping... |
| Girls: | Hark, hark! away! |
| Flora: | Crick! crack! the whip it is snapping, Clattering, clattering hoofs resound; Crick! crack! o'er meadows and hedges, Seeming to scorn and to spurn the ground. Away, away, at break of day! Oh, what is half so fresh and free As galloping, galloping, hip harrah! A ride on the heather's the sport for me. |
| Chorus: | As galloping, galloping, hip hurrah! A ride on the heather's the sport for me. |
| Flora: | Hark, hark, away, at break of day! We ride away! |
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American Musical Theatre | Rob Roy
Page modified 18 February 2017