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| No. 17: Finale Act II | |
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MIDI File [44Kb, 6' 06"] |
| Toto. | |||
| Away, away to Indian isles | |||
| That dot Pacific seas, | |||
| Where nature wears eternal smiles | |||
| And Palm trees woo the breeze; | |||
| Away, away to Indian isles | |||
| That dot Pacific seas, | |||
| Where nature wears eternal smiles | |||
| And Palm trees woo the breeze; | |||
| Away! away! away! To the Indian isle. |
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| King, Zapeter and Jamilek. | |||
| Within our wile, In first-rate style |
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| Our Toto is entrapped | |||
| We softly smile, Although our guile |
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| May get our knuckles rapped. | |||
| Within our wile, In first-rate style |
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| Our Toto is entrapped | |||
| We softly smile, Although our guile |
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| May get our knuckles rapped. | |||
| Toto. | |||
| Away, away, away to Indian isles, Away, away, away to Indian isles! |
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| Ah! | |||
| Away, away, away, | |||
| Away, away to Indian isles | |||
| That dot Pacific seas, | |||
| Where nature wears eternal smiles | |||
| And Palm trees woo the breeze. | |||
| Toto, King, Zapeter and Jamilek. | |||
| Away, away to Indian isles | |||
| That dot Pacific seas, | |||
| Toto and Jamilek. | |||
| Away, away, to Indian isles, Away, to Indian isles! |
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Re-enter CARAMEL, JACQUIER, FLOSS, JELLY, and all the BRIGANDS.
They see TOTO and others on the bridge at back.
| Caramel. (recitativo.) Who goes there? I charge you stop! | ||
| King. (aside.) The brigands, hold me or I drop. | ||
| Caramel. What are you doing, Toto, what, oh! what? | ||
| Toto. | With these Red Indians I have cast my lot. I leave you Brigands, so pursue me not. With these Red Indians I have cast, I have cast my lot. |
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| King, Zapeter and Jamilek. Ah! | ||
| Toto, King, Zapeter and Jamilek. | ||
| With feathers, paint, and patches | ||
| And a tom, tom, tom, | ||
| We sing unmeaning snatches | ||
| In a tom, tom, tom, With a tom, tom, tom, With a tom, tom, tom, |
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| Till we are under hatches | ||
| In a tom, tom, tom. | ||
| Caramel. (furious.) | ||
| Among you Brigands is there one Who knows the way to load a gun? Among you Brigands is there one Who knows the way to load a gun? |
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| I’ll freely promise half-a-crown To anyone who’ll bring them down. |
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| Chorus. | ||
| Among us Brigands is there one Who knows the way to load a gun? |
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| He’ll freely promise half-a-crown To anyone who’ll bring them down. |
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| Caramel. (in despair.) | ||
| Not one, not one can load a gun, Not one, not one can load a gun. |
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| Toto, King and Jamilek. | ||
| Not one, not one can load a gun, Not one, not one can load a gun. |
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| (they laugh.) | ||
| Jelly. | ||
| You take a ball and powder, Which you ram to make it louder; |
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| If your enemy you’d cripple, Place a cap upon the nipple; |
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| Take aim, and pull the trigger, And he’ll cut a pretty figure; |
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| If you hit him in the head, He will fall dead, dead, You hit him in the head, He will fall dead, dead. |
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| Chorus. | ||
| Hurrah! Hurrah! | ||
| Let us follow, Let us follow, Let us follow, Let us follow, |
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| Let us follow, follow, follow, follow, follow! | ||
| King and Jamilek. | ||
| If you stir a step upon my word ... Upon my word you will rue it. |
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| Chorus. | ||
| Let us follow, | ||
| Let us follow, follow, follow, follow, follow! | ||
But they don’t follow.
| Caramel. | ||
| It’s all very well to cry “follow”, But why the dickens, Why the dickens don’t you do it? |
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| Chorus. | ||
| With joy and rapture and with glee, We are as glad, as glad can be, |
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| Caramel. | Chorus. | ||||
| Oh rage, oh fury, oh despair ... | All this will end, and we shall spend | ||||
| I stamp my feet, I tear my hair. | Our future lives respectably, | ||||
| Our future lives respectably! | |||||
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| Toto. | Brigands. | ||||
| Away, away, away to the Indian isles, | They’re off, they’re off, they’re off to the Indian isles, | ||||
| Away, away to Indian isles | They’re off, they’re off to Indian isles | ||||
| That dot Pacific seas, | That dot Pacific seas, | ||||
| Where nature wears eternal smiles | Where nature wears eternal smiles | ||||
| And palm trees woo the breeze, | And palm trees woo the breeze, | ||||
| Away, away to Indian isles | They’re off, they’re off to Indian isles | ||||
| That dot Pacific seas, | That dot Pacific seas, | ||||
| Away, away to Indian isles, | They’re off, they’re off to Indian isles, | ||||
| Away, away, away! | They’re off, they’re off, they’re off! | ||||
Dance of joy for BRIGANDS. CARAMEL and JELLY furious.
TOTO and RED INDIANS triumphant.
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