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GITTIPIN (cont.):

Then if chance along this forest 
Any walk in pathless ways, 
Through the gloom he'll see my shadow, 
Hear my voice upon the Breeze.

COLUMN:

[everyone very serious] Mr. Scopprell, you must be acquainted with a great many songs.

SCOPPRELL:

O, dear sir! [laughs] I am no singer. I must beg of one of these tender ladies to sing for me. [they all decline; goes center stage and sings to audience] 

There's a Dr. Clash 
And signior Falalasole: 
O they sweep in the cash 
Into their purse hole. 
        Fa me la sol, La me fa sol. 
        Fa me la sol, La me fa sol. 

Great A, little A, 
Bouncing B. 
Play away, Play away, 
You're out of the key. 
        Fa me la sol, La me fa sol. 
        Fa me la sol, La me fa sol. 

Musicians should have 
A pair of very good ears, 
And long fingers & thumbs, 
And not like clumsy bears. 
        Fa me la sol, La me fa sol. 
        Fa me la sol, La me fa sol.

CHORUS:

Gentlemen, Gentlemen! 
Rap, rap, rap, 
Fiddle, Fiddle, Fiddle, 
Clap, Clap, Clap. 
        Fa me la sol, La me fa sol. 
        Fa me la sol, La me fa sol.

Published @ RC

April 2014