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No. 11 - Finale Act I

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Chorus: We, as the tenantry, welcome "the Quality,"
Holiday making with jesting and jollity,
Happy hilarity, fun and frivolity,
Festive occasions to suit, to suit,
And lads with their lassies are heeling and toeing it,
Jacks and their Jills are flirtatiously "going it,"
Lips that are willing and palpably showing it
Meet in a hearty salute!
Winnie, Peggy, Fred & Sam:
  Tho' my lady avers that by wishes of hers,
Our love should be governed and bound,
Yet before very long
She will find she is wrong,
As other match makers have found.
And whate'er she may plan
for the maid or the man,
Her aim she will probably miss,
Fred & Sam: For boys will be boys,
Winnie & Peggy: And girls will be girls,
Fred & Sam: And a kiss,
Winnie & Peggy:  Well, a kiss
Fred & Sam: Is a kiss.
Chorus: And a kiss, well, a kiss is a kiss.
Fred & Sam: Yes, a kiss,
Winnie & Peggy: Well, a kiss
Fred & Sam: Is a kiss.
Chorus: Yes a kiss, well, a kiss is a kiss.
Lady Brudenell: Pray what is the meaning of this!!!
Pray what is the meaning of this!!!
Sam: You'd better ask the Doctor that,
The game at which you caught us
Is one that he's past-master at!
In point of fact he taught us!
Lady Brudenell: For shame!
Chorus: For shame, oh! file for shame,
For shame, oh! file for shame!
Sam: Where's the harm I cannot see,
But I think that you'll agree
that we are all up a tree,
up a tree, all the same
we're all up a tree all the same.
Chorus: Where's the harm I cannot see,
But I think that you'll agree
that we are all up a tree,
up a tree, all the same
we're all up a tree all the same.
Hélène: A pretty state of things, upon my word!
So, Doctor, you're responsible for this.
Chorus: He's responsible.
Dr. O'Bryne: What! me ma'am?
Why, the notion's too absurd!
D'ye think I taught your nephews how to kiss?
Ladies: Do you think he taught your nephews how to kiss,
All: how to kiss.
Hélène: Immoral man! I know your early youth
With gay amours and gallantries,
and gallantries was rife!
Dr. O'Bryne: In what you say there's not a word of truth,
Sure, I never kissed a woman in my life.
Chorus: He's never kissed,
he's never kissed a woman in his life,
He must have led the dullest,
quite the dullest kind of life!
Lady Brudenell: My displeasure beyond measure
I'm determined now to show,
As for Winifred and Peggy,
Back to boarding school they go!
Winnie, Peggy & Girls:
  No! no! no! no! no! no! no! no! no! no!
Hélène: You're decision arbitrary
Reconsider while there's time,
School's a penetentiary,
But a kiss is not a crime!
Listen to my interceding,
Give your anger time to cool,
Let my sympathetic pleading,
Your displeasure over-rule.
Lady Brudenell: I repeat, tomorrow morning
back they go to boarding school!
Chorus: She repeats, tomorrow morning
back they go to boarding school,
back they go to boarding school,
back they go to boarding school.
Ensemble: When shall we meet again?
Ours/Theirs is a woeful plight,
Love is a thread so slight,
Life's such a tangled skein.
Life's such a tangled skein.
Yet tho' in pain we/they part,
Sunshine comes after rain,
So live for the day,
Live for the day,
Live for the day, dear heart,
When we shall meet again,
Yet tho' in pain we part,
Sunshine comes after rain,
Live for the day, sweetheart,
When we shall meet again.
Chorus: Farewell sweethearting!
True hearts are smarting,
Aching, breaking, grieving at parting!
Still in the end fortune will mend,
If today sorrow brings,
See what tomorrow brings!
Farewell sweethearting!
True hearts are smarting,
Aching, breaking, grieving at parting!
Farewell sweethearting! lovers are parting,
Yet may their sorrow end with the morrow.
Soon it must have an ending,
Fortune soon will be mending,
Keenest of sorrow, end with the morrow,
Ends with the morrow.
So farewell.

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