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No. 22½ - Melodrame - Entrance of Rip Van Winkle
No. 23 - Song - Rip van Winkle - "Truth in the Well."
| Rip: | The thirsty sun burns on the noon-tide brink, Yet hotter, yet hotter! And like that sun, me-thinks too I would drink, But water, but water! Who could this foretell? My cellar is a well, And a moss-grown bucket for my glass, Of good wine bereft, With not a crony left. It is not a loving cup I quaff, alas! Ah! me! what is't I see? Dull eye, white hair, and wrinkled brow? No, no! poor Rip, it is not thou, it is not thou! Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! Who that old man was I cannot guess, But in water I believe so much the less. Yet mankind, time out of mind, The lying legend told and tell, The Truth lives at the bottom of a well! In wine, they say, deception ever lurks, And trouble, and trouble! That topers, when the subtle potion works, See double, see double! Well, it may be so! (Indeed it's true, I know!) But has water then the same effect? If not, who was he A-staring so at me, That the crystal water did but now reflect? Yes! yes! He's there again! Dull eye, white hair, and wrinkled brow? No, no! poor Rip, it is not thou, it is not thou! Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! Who that old man was I cannot guess, But in water I believe so much the less. Yet mankind, time out of mind, The lying legend told and tell, The Truth lives at the bottom of a well! |
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British Musical Theatre | Rip Van Winkle
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