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No. 12 - Act II Opening Chorus
| Girls: | Hay, Hay, a wagon of hay, It's easy to slide on and com'fy to ride on Is Hay, Hay, a wagon of hay. So whether at night or during the day, A ride in a wagon filled with hay Is fun that none will care to shun If ever it come their way, their way, To ride in the sun or when day is done, In a wagon that's filled with hay, with hay. |
| Arabella: | Though our pencils click at arithmetic, And our pens we may scratch in our writing, Yet it's hard to stay in the school all day When the weather is so inviting. Oh, geography is calamity And grammar's a tribulation While we vainly sigh for the bright blue sky And our innocent recreation. |
| Polly: | When a servant she's On her hands and knees A-wiping a floor with polish, Then I must admit that she feels a bit What you might call "melancholish." Oh it's hard to scrub at an old wash-tub Just to keep your situation, And you're baking cakes while your heart just breaks For some innocent recreation. |
| Girls: | Ah! Ah! Oh, to work at school On the golden Rule Is a matter of great vexation While we vainly sigh for the bright blue sky And some innocent recreation. |
| Miss Tompkins: | Quiet, ladies, all of you. Men are coming in to view. To them your presence is denied, So till they're gone, young ladies hide! |
| Girls: | We'll hide. We'll hide. |
| Men: | In the boom and the roar of a great big gun There is joy that nought can stifle, But the sound I love when the war is done Is the rattle and the crack of a rifle. So here's to the hunt and the long pot-shot, For whether you bag your bird or not, Your troubles in life are quite forgot In the rattle and the crack of a rifle. |
| Sam: | It's a treat, I declare, To be out in the air For a walk with a gun on your shoulder, And I feel like a boy with a new-fangled toy, Though I'm really a year or two older. |
| Weller: | There are times in the life Of a man who's a wife And may be a couple of Kiddies, That he's glad for a day to be out of the way Of the woman, especially the widdies. |
| Men: | Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! We agree with you there's enjoyment too In this lovely autumn weather, When the girls we find we have left behind And we men are alone together. |
| Girls: | But you little little know... |
| Men: | We agree with you, you can find enjoyment... |
| Girls: | We are here below and are list'ning behind And are list'ning behind the heather. |
| Men: | We agree with you there's enjoyment too In this lovely autumn weather, When the girls we find we have left behind And we men are alone together. |
| Girls: | But you little know We are here below And we're list'ning behind the heather, For we find like you there's enjoyment too when... |
| Both: | ...we men/girls are alone together, Together, together, together. |
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American Musical Theatre | Mr. Pickwick
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