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No. 17: Finale Act II
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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.

King, Zapeter and Jamilek.
      Within our wile,
In first-rate style
    Our Toto is entrapped
      We softly smile,
Although our guile
    May get our knuckles rapped.
      Within our wile,
In first-rate style
    Our Toto is entrapped
      We softly smile,
Although our guile
    May get our knuckles rapped.

Toto.
  Away, away, away to Indian isles,
Away, away, away to Indian isles!
      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!

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.
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,
  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?
    I’ll freely promise half-a-crown
To anyone who’ll bring them down.

Chorus.
  Among us Brigands is there one
Who knows the way to load a gun?
    He’ll freely promise half-a-crown
To anyone who’ll bring them down.

Caramel. (in despair.)
  Not one, not one can load a gun,
Not one, not one can load a gun.

Toto, King and Jamilek.
  Not one, not one can load a gun,
Not one, not one can load a gun.
    (they laugh.)

Jelly.
  You take a ball and powder,
Which you ram to make it louder;
    If your enemy you’d cripple,
Place a cap upon the nipple;
  Take aim, and pull the trigger,
And he’ll cut a pretty figure;
    If you hit him in the head,
He will fall dead, dead,
You hit him in the head,
He will fall dead, dead.

Chorus.
    Hurrah! Hurrah!
    Let us follow,
Let us follow,
Let us follow,
Let us follow,
  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.

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?

Chorus.
  With joy and rapture and with glee,
We are as glad, as glad can be,

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!

Toto.
      Ah!
    Away, away, away,
  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;
King Portico and Toto


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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