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No. 10 - Finale Act I

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Chorus: All the luggage has been put upon the cart,
They've a drive of half an hour, more or less.
So it's very nearly time for them to start
If they mean to catch the five o'clock express.
Ladies: There are tickets to be taken at the station,
Men: There are boxes to be put into the van,
All: If they ever want to reach their destination,
They must hurry up as quickly as they can,
as quickly as they can,
They must hurry up as quickly as they can.
Edna, Hilda & Ada: The meadows and woods are fresh and green,
And blue is the sky above,
Farewell to the old familiar scene
We all of us know and love,
But tho' we may wander far from here,
The vision shall never fade,
For home will be always very dear,
To each little country maid.
De Lorme, Cheyne & Brian:
  Tell, oh, tell us pray,
Where you mean to stay
When you're up in town,
And we'll write it down.
We might like to call
Some day on you all,
But we can't, unless
We have your address.
Female Principals: Though we'd be glad to answer
Your request without delay,
We fear we cannot tell you,
For we've promised not to say.
Male Principals: Oh, please tell us do,
We should like to visit you.
Female Principals: No, no, go away,
We have promised not to say.
Ensemble: Tell, oh, tell us pray,
Where you mean to stay
When you're up in town,
And we'll write it down.
Oh, tell us do,
We should like to visit you.
They/We fear they/we cannot tell us/you,
for they've/we've promised not to say,
They've/We've promised not to say.
Chorus: How mysterious, how provoking,
Are they serious, are they serious,
Are they joking?
Ah, must you really, really go?
For ev'ryone will miss you so.
Without you three, we all agree,
That things will be a trifle slow.
We wonder if you'll find it bliss
To leave an atmosphere like this,
And dwell within the dreadful din,
The dreadful din, the dreadful din,
We wonder if you'll find it bliss
To leave an atmosphere like this,
And dwell within the dreadful din,
The dreadful din of the great Metropolis.
Ah, must you really, really go?
For ev'ryone will miss you so.
Ah, must you really, really go?
For ev'ryone will miss you so.

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