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BRIGADOON : The Musical (Alan Jay Lerner / Frederick Loewe) Once in the Highlands CHORUS: Once in the Highlands, the Highlands of Scotland, Deep in the night on a murky brae; There in the Highlands, the Highlands of Scotland, Two weary hunters lost their way. TENOR: And this is what happened, The strange thing that happened, CHORUS: To two weary hunters who lost their way. CHORUS: Brigadoon, Brigadoon, Blooming under sable skies. Brigadoon, Brigadoon, There my heart forever lies. Let the world grow cold around us, Let the heavens cry above! Brigadoon, Brigadoon, In thy valley, there'll be love! ----- Down on MacConnachy Square MAN: Come all to the square! GIRL: The market square! GIRL the market fair! MAN: Salted meat I'm sellin' there! At the fair, laddie! MAN: Come ye to the fair! MAN: Ale for sale or barter there! At the square, laddie! GIRL: (echoes last MAN) GIRL: Come all ye down! GIRL Ye, in the town! MAN: Come ye from the hills! MAN: Wool 'n' cloth I'm selling there! At the square, laddie! GIRL: Come ye from the mills! 2 GIRLS: (one after the other) Come all ye there! MAN: Come ye to the fair! ALL: Come ye, all ye everywhere, To the fair! Come ye from the hills! Come ye from the mills! Come ye in the glen, Come ye bairn, Come ye men. Come ye from the loom! Come from pail an' broom! Hear ye ev'rywhere: Don't ye ken There's a fair Down on MacConnachy Square! SANDY: Now all of ye come to Sandy here, Come over to Sandy's booth. I'm sellin' the sweetest candy here, That ever shook loose a tooth. I eat it myself an' there's no doubt, 'Tis creamy an' good an' thick, So, laddies, I hope ye'll buy me out, 'Tis makin' me kind o' sick. GIRLS: Come ye from the loom! Come from pail and broom! Hear ye ev'rywhere! Don't ye ken There's a fair. CHORUS (WOMEN): Come ye from the loom! Come from pail and broom! Hear ye ev'rywhere: CHORUS (MEN): Oh come ye from the loom, Ye from the loom! Oh come ye from the pail an' broom! Oh hear ye people, Hear ye ev'rywhere: VENDORS (GIRLS AND MEN): Come all ye there, Ye in the square, The market fair, The market fair, ALL: Don't ye ken There's a fair Down on MacConnachy Square? MacGREGOR: Salted meat I'm sellin' there At the fair, laddie! VENDORS: Come all ye there! GIRL VENDOR: Ale, for sale or barter there At the fair, laddie! STUART Woolen clothes I'm sellin' there At the fair, laddie. VENDORS: Come all ye there. Come all ye there. ALL: Come ye to the fair, To the fair! MEG: I'm sellin' a bit o' milk an' cream. Come sip it an' ye will vow That this is the finest milk an' cream That ever came out a cow. Though finest it is,the price is small, With milk an' the cream alack! There's nothin' to do but sell it all. The cow winna take it back. ALL GIRLS: All of ye down from in the hills, An' all of ye in the glen. Come all of ye down from in the mills, An' all of ye bairns an' men. Come all of ye from the weavin' loom! Come all of ye to the square! Come all of ye from the pail an' broom! Come all of ye to the fair! Come ye from the loom! Come from pail an' broom! ALL MEN: Come ye from the hills! Come ye from the mills! Come ye in the glen. Come ye bairn, Come ye men! Oh come ye from the loom, Ye from the loom! Oh come ye from the pail an' broom! Oh hear ye people, ALL: Hear ye ev'rywhere, Don't ye ken There's a fair Down on MacConnachy Square? ----- Waitin' for My Dearie FIONA: Many a lassie as ev'ryone knows'll Try to be married before twenty-five. So she'll agree to most any proposal. All he mus' be is a man, an' alive. I hold a dream an' there's no compromisin' I know there's one certain laddie for me. One day he'll come walkin' o'er the horizon: But should he not, then an old maid I'll be. Foolish, ye may say. Foolish I will stay. Waitin' for my dearie, an' happy am I to hold my heart till he comes strollin' by. When he comes, my dearie, one look an' I'll know That he's the dearie I've been wantin' so. Though I'll live forty lives till the day he arrives, I'll not ever, ever grieve. For my hopes will be high that he'll come strollin' by; For ye see, I believe That there's a laddie weary, and wanderin' free, Who's waitin' for his dearie: Me! 1ST GIRL: What do ye do while ye're waitin' around For your lad to come your way? FIONA: Well, when no one is lookin', ye kneel on the ground, An' ye pray an' pray an' pray! 2ND GIRL: But when lassies sit an' have no men, Oh, how long becomes the night. FIONA: But I fear the night is longer when the lad's no' right. Waitin' for my dearie is sweeter to me Than wooin' any laddie on the lea. GIRLS: Dreamin' of your dearie, an' idlin' the day FIONA: That's how I am an' how I'll ever stay. Though I'll live forty lives till the day he arrives, I'll not ever, ever grieve. For my hopes will be high that he'll come strollin' by; For ye see, I believe FIONA AND GIRLS: That there's a laddie weary, an' wanderin' free, who's waitin' for his dearie: FIONA: Me! ----- I'll Go Home With Bonnie Jean CHARLIE: I used to be a rovin' lad. A rovin' an' wanderin' life I had. On any lass I'd frown, who would try to tie me down. But then one day, I saw a maid, Who held out her hand, an' I stayed an' stayed. An' now across the green, I'll go home with bonnie Jean. TOWNSFOLK: Go home, go home, go homw with bonnie Jean! Go home, go home. CHARLIE: I'll go home with bonnie Jean! In Edinburgh I used to know a lass with an' air, an' her name was Jo; An' every night at ten, I would meet her in the glen. But now I'll not see her again. Especially not in the glen, at ten. For now across the green, I'll go home with bonnie Jean! TOWNSFOLK: Go home, go home, go home with bonnie Jean! Go home, go home. CHARLIE: I'll go home with bonnie Jean! Hello to married men I've known; I'll soon have a wife an' leave yours alone. A bonnie wife indeed, and she's all I'll ever need. With bonnie Jean my days will fly; An' love her I will till the day I die. That's why, across the green, I'll go home with bonnie Jean! TOWNSFOLK: Go home, go home, go home with bonnie Jean! Go home, go home, CHARLIE AND TOWNSFOLK: I'll/He'll go home with bonnie Jean! ----- The Heather On the Hill TOMMY: Can't we two go walkin' together, out beyond the valley of trees? Out where there's a hillside of heather, curtsyin' gently in the breeze. That's what I'd like to do: see the heather--but with you. The mist of May is in the gloamin', and all the clouds are holdin' still. So take my hand and let's go roamin' through the heather on the hill. The mornin' dew is blinkin' yonder. There's lazy music in the rill, And all I want to do is wander through the heather on the hill. There may be other days as rich and rare. There may be other springs as full and fair. But they won't be the same--they'll come and go, For this I know: That when the mist is in the gloamin', and all the clouds are holdin' still, If you're not there I won't go roamin' through the heather on the hill, The heather on the hill. ----- The Love of My Life MEG: At sixteen years I was blue and sad. then father said I should find a lad. So I set out to become a wife, An' found the real love of my life. His name it was Chris, and the last was MacGill. I met him one night pickin' flowers on the hill. He had lots of charm an' a certain kind o' touch, An a certain kind of eagerness that pleased me very much. so there 'neath the moon where romance often springs, I gave him my heart--an' a few other things. I don't know how long that I stayed up on the hill, But the moon had disappeared, and so had Christopher MacGill. So I went home an' I thought I'd die, Till Father said, make another try. So out I went to become a wife, An' found the real love of my lfe. He came from the lowlands, the lowlands said he. I saw him an' knew he was perfect for me. Jus' one thing that puzzled me an' it always will, Was he told me he had heard about me from his friend MacGill. We quick fell in love an' went down by the creek. The next day he said he'd be back in a week, An' I thought he would, for now how was I to know That of all the lowland laddies, there was never one as low! I told my father the awful truth. He said, "What difference? Ye've got your youth." So out I went mad to be a wife, An' found the real love of my life. Oh, he was a poet, a rhymer was he. He read me some verse he had written for me. He said they would move me, these poems from his pen, An' how right he was, because they moved me right into the glen. We stayed till the dawn came an' lighted the sky, Then I shook his hand an' I bid him good-bye. I never went back, for what I had heard was true: That a poet only writes about the things he cannot do. My pa said, "Look out for men who think. Ye'll be more certain with men who drink." So out I went to become a wife, An' found the real love of my life. Oh, he was a solier, a fine Highland son. He told me about all the battle he'd won. He wasted his time tellin' me about his might, For one look at him decided me to not put up a fight. We skirmished for hours that night in the glen, an' I found the sword has more might than the pen, But when I was drowsin' I snored to my dismay, An' he thought it was a bugle an' got up an' marched away. Now Pa said, "Daughter, there must be one, Someone who's true, or too old to run." So I'm still lookin' to be a wife, An' find the real love of my life. ----- Come to Me, Bend to Me CHARLIE: Because they told me I can't behold ye till weddin' music starts playin'; To ease my longin' there's nothin' wrong in my standin' out here ans sayin': Come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day! Darlin', my darlin', 'tis all I can say, Jus' come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day! Gie me your lips an' don't take them away. Come, dearie, near me so ye can hear me, I've got to whisper this softly. For though I'm burnin' to shout my yearnin', the words come tiptoein' off me. Oh, come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day! Darlin' my darlin', 'tis all I can say. Jus' come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day! Gie me your lips an' don't take them away. ----- Almost Like Being In Love TOMMY: Maybe the sun gave me the pow'r, For I could swim Loch Lomond and be home in half an hour. Maybe the air gave me the drive, For I'm all aglow and alive. What a day this has been! What a rare mood I'm in! Why, it's almost like being in love! There's a smile on my face for the whole human race! Why, it's almost like being in love! All the music of life seems to be like a bell that is ringing for me! And from the way that I feel when that bell starts to peal, I could swear I was falling, I would swear I was falling, It's almost like being in love. When we walked up the brae, FIONA: Not a word did we say, It was...almost like bein' in love. But your arm link'd in mine made the world kind o' fine. TOMMY: It was...almost like being in love! FIONA: All the music of life seems to be TOMMY: Like a bell that is ringing for me! BOTH: And from the way that I feel when that bell starts to peal, FIONA: I could swear I was fallin', TOMMY: I would swear I was falling, BOTH: It's almost like being in love! ----- The Chase MALE CHORUS: Harry Beaton! Harry Beaton! Run an' get 'im! Get 'im! Run an' get 'im! Get 'im! Run, ye men, or ye will never see another morning'. Go an' stop 'im! Stop 'im! Go an' stop 'im! Stop 'im! Run, ye Highland men, or ye won't ken another day. MacGREGOR: Beaton sure came this way, an' we canna be too far behind 'im, laddie. Ye there, head for the brae! Keep your eye ope' or ye winna find 'im, laddie! STUART: I'll go down to the creek, an' by God, if I see 'im I'll throw 'im in it. MacGREGOR: Search the hill to the peak! Find 'im, lads, or tomorrow will never, never come! MALE CHORUS: Run an' get 'im! Get 'im! Run an' get 'im! Get 'im! Run an' get 'im now, or ye won't plough another meadow! Go an' stop 'im! Stop 'im! Go an' stop 'im! Stop 'im! Run, ye Highland man, or ye won't ken another day! (spoken) TOMMY: Jeff! JEFF: Yeh? TOMMY: Let's separate. You go right, I'll go left. He can't be too far from here. (sung) If he comes into sight, hold him fast! Many lives are depending on it! This must not end tonight! They must know that tomorrow is really gonna come! MALE CHORUS: Run an' get 'im! Get 'im! Run an' get 'im! Get 'im! Spread your human net, but don't forget that time's agin ye! Go an' stop 'im! Stop 'im! Go an' stop 'im! Stop 'im! Run, ye Highland men, or ye won't ken another day! ----- There But For You Go I TOMMY: This is hard to say, but as I wandered through the lea, I felt for just a fleeting moment that I suddenly was free of being lonely. Then I closed my eyes and saw the very reason why. I saw a man with his head bowed low. His heart had no place to go. I looked and I thought to myself with a sigh: There but for you go I. I saw a man walking by the sea, Alone with the tide was he. I looked and I thought as I watched him go by: There but for you go I. Lonely men around me, trying not to cry, Till the day you found me, there among them was I. I saw a man who had never known a love that was all his own. I thought as I thanked all the stars in the sky: There, but for you, go I. ----- My Mother's Wedding Day MEG: Now if ye think this weddin' day went jus' a wee amiss, Then I will tell ye 'bout a weddin' far more daft than this. The lad involved turned out to be no other but my pa, An' by the strangest bit o' luck, the woman was my ma. MacGregor, MacKenna, MacGowan, MacGraw, MacVitie, MacNeil an' MacRae; Ay, all the folk in the village were there at my mother's weddin' day. For pa had asked his friend MacPhee, an' Mac had come with May MacGee, An' May invited ninety-three to my mother's weddin' day. Then up the road came Ed macKeen with half the town of Aberdeen. CHORUS: Ay, ev'ryone was on the scene at her mother's weddin' day. MEG: At quarter to five everybody was there a-waitin' around in the room, MacVicker, MacDougall, MacDuff an' MacCoy--everybody but the groom. An' as the hours turtled by, the men got feelin' kind o' dry, An' thought they'd take a nip of rye while a-waitin' for the groom. An' while the men were dippin' in, the ladies started on the gin. CHORUS: An' soon the room began to spin at her mother's weddin' day. MEG: Then all of a sudden the liquor was gone, the gin an' the whiskey an' all. An' all of a sudden the weddin' affair had become a bonnie brawl. For Pete MacGraw and Joe MacPhee began to fight for May MacGee, While May MacGee an' Sam MacKee were a-wooin' in the hall. So cold an' stiff was John MacVay, they used him for a servin' tray. CHORUS: For ev'ryone was blithe and gay at her mother's weddin' day. MEG: MacDuff an' MacVitie were playin' a game, an' usin' MacCoy for the ball. MacKenna was eatin' the bridal bouquet, an' MacNeil hung on the wall. When finally my father came, his eyes were red, his nose aflame. He dinna even know his name; he was drunkest of them all. The people were lyin' all over the room a'lookin' as if they were dead, Then mother uncovered the minister quick, an' she told 'im: Go ahead. Then pa kneeled down on Bill MacRae, an' mother kneeled on Jock MacKay, The preacher stood on John MacVay, and that's how my ma was wed. It was a sight beyond compare. I ought to know, for I was there. CHORUS: There never was a day as rare as her mother's weddin' day! ----- From This Day On FIONA: Dinna ye know, Tommy, that ye're all I'm livin' for? So how can ye go, Tommy, when I'll need ye more an' more? TOMMY: (spoken) No, Fiona. You won't remember that way. And neither will I. (sung) You and the world we knew will glow, till my life is through; For you're part of me from this day on. And someday if I should love, it's you I'll be dreaming of, For you're all I'll see from this day on. These hurried hours were all the life we could share. Still, I will go with not a tear, just a prayer That when we are far apart, you'll find something from your heart Has gone! Gone with me from this day on. (spoken) You see? We mustn't be sorry about anything. FIONA: I'm not. In fact, I shouldna be surprised if I'll be less lonely now than I was afore ye came. I think real loneliness is no' bein' in love in vain, but no' bein' in love at all. TOMMY: But it'll fade in time. FIONA: No. It winna do that. (sung) Through all the years to come, an' through all the tears to come, I know I'll be yours from this day on.

    


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