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No. 14 - Finale Act I

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Chorus: Cast the moorings free,
Warp the vessels round,
Point them for the sea,
Both are outward bound!
Stoke the fires with coal
Till the boilers burst,
Egypt is the goal,
Who will get there first?
Point them for the sea,
Both are outward bound!
Stoke the fires with coal
Till the boilers burst,
Till the boilers burst!
Capt. Naylor: In spite of the waves and the gales,
A victory's certain for me.
I carry the Government mails!
Capt. Pott: And I have the females you see!
Isabel: Oh, fly to the land of the Nile,
To pyramid, palm and hotel;
To suns that incessantly smile,
Daisy: And possibly husbands as well!
All: Oh! fly to the land of the Nile,
To pyramid, palm and hotel;
To suns that incessantly smile,
And possibly husbands as well!
Chorus: In spite of our feminine host,
Superior luck we enjoy;
We're sure to be first at the post!
We carry the Messenger Boy!
We carry the Messenger Boy!
The Messenger Boy!
   
Tommy: No, she isn't the Messenger Boy;
I'll give it her hot when I get her!
She's very acute, she's stolen my suit,
But I shall deliver my letter!
Nora & Rosa: Yes, of course, I'm the Messenger Boy!
And number'd as such on the roster!
It's clear as the sun that I am the one,
And that is a wicked impostor!
Chorus: Yes, of course, he's the Messenger Boy!
And number'd as such on the roster!
It's clear as the sun that he is the one,
And that is a wicked impostor!
Yes, of course, he's the Messenger Boy!
All others are bounders and braggers;
One look at the youth is a proof of the truth,
That he is the genuine Jaggers!
   
  Any more for the shore!
Whistles blow, Off we go! Off we go!
   
Lady Punchestown: Hurrah! The Messenger Boy!
We've caught him up! What bliss and joy!
Pyke: Come back, my Messenger Boy!
Come back, you must not cross the water!
Tommy: Oh! help the Messenger Boy!
They want my letter to destroy!
Mrs. Bang: Protect my Messenger Boy!
Or else there will be slaughter!
Capt. Pott: Let go the Messenger Boy!
In vain your dodges you employ
To stop the Messenger Boy,
For I am standing by him!
Chorus: He's missed the Messenger Boy!
So throw him a rope, ahoy!
He's caught the cord of the buoy.
We'll pull him out and dry him!
You've lost your Messenger Boy,
You'll have to hail a boat, ahoy,
To catch that Messenger Boy!
Who's lost or rather gone before
To trap your Messenger Boy,
You want a very good decoy!
We fear your Messenger Boy,
Your Messenger Boy is coming back no more!

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