Rehearsal Section 21 Songs and Notes

  • Hearts Do Not Break

Alone and yet alive

KATISHA

Alone and yet alive, oh sepulchre

My soul is still my body’s prisoner

Remote the peace that death alone can give

My doom to wait, my punishment to live.

Hearts do not break, they sting and ache

For old love’s sake, but do not die

Though with each breath, they long for death

As witnesseth the living I. The living I

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

Why linger here where all is drear?

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

May not a cheated maiden die?

May not a cheated maiden die?

  • Tit-Willow

Willow, Tit-Willow

KO-KO

On a tree by a river  a little tom tit

Sang “Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And I said to him “Dicky bird why do you sit,

Singing ‘Willow, tit willow, tit willow’?

Is it weakness of intellect birdie?” I cried

“Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?”

With a shake of his poor little head he replied

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow.”

He slapp’d at his chest as he sat on the bough singing

“Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow,

Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!

He sobb’d and he sigh’d and a gurgle he gave,

Then he threw himself into the billowy wave

And an echo arose from the suicide’s grave

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

Now I feel just as sure as I’m sure that my name

Isn’t willow, tit willow, tit willow

That ’twas blighted affection that made him exclaim

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And if you remain callous and obdurate I,

Shall perish as he did and you will know why

Tho’ I probably shall not exclaim as I die,

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

  • Beauty in the Bellow of the Blast

beauty in the bellow of the blast

KATISHA

There is beauty in the bellow of the blast

There is grandeur in the growling of the gale

There is eloquent outpouring when the lion is a roaring

And the tiger is a lashing of his tail!

KO-KO

Yes, I like to see a tiger from the Congo or the Niger

And especially when lashing of his tail

KATISHA

Volcanos have a splendour that is grim,

And earthquakes only terrify the dolts

But to him who’s scientific there is nothing that’s terrific

In the falling of a flight of thunder bolts!

KO-KO

Yes, in spite of all my meekness, if I have a little weakness

It’s a passion for a flight of thunderbolts.

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so sing erry down derry it’s evident very our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

KO-KO

There is beauty in extreme old age, do you fancy you are elderly enough?

Information I’m requestion on a subject interesting,

Is a maiden all the better when she’s tough?

KATISHA

Throughout this wide dominion it’s the general opinion

That she’ll last a good deal longer when she’s tough

KO-KO

Are you old enough to marry do you think? Won’t you wait until you’re eighty in the shade?

There’s a fascination franctic in a ruin that’s romantic, do you think you are sufficiently decayed?

KATISHA

To the matter that you mention, I have given some attention

And I think I am sufficiently decayed

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so, sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one!

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

If that is so sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done.

Sing derry down derry,

We’ll merrily marry,

Nor tardily tarry till day is done!

Hearts Do Not Break

KATISHA

Alone and yet alive, oh sepulchre

My soul is still my body’s prisoner

Remote the peace that death alone can give

My doom to wait, my punishment to live.

Hearts do not break, they sting and ache

For old love’s sake, but do not die

Though with each breath, they long for death

As witnesseth the living I. The living I

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

Why linger here where all is drear?

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

May not a cheated maiden die?

May not a cheated maiden die?

Tit-Willow

KO-KO

On a tree by a river a little tom tit

Sang “Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And I said to him “Dicky bird why do you sit,

Singing ‘Willow, tit willow, tit willow’?

Is it weakness of intellect birdie?” I cried

“Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?”

With a shake of his poor little head he replied

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow.”

He slapp’d at his chest as he sat on the bough singing

“Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow,

Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!

He sobb’d and he sigh’d and a gurgle he gave,

Then he threw himself into the billowy wave

And an echo arose from the suicide’s grave

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

Now I feel just as sure as I’m sure that my name

Isn’t willow, tit willow, tit willow

That ’twas blighted affection that made him exclaim

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And if you remain callous and obdurate I,

Shall perish as he did and you will know why

Tho’ I probably shall not exclaim as I die,

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

Beauty in the Bellow of the Blast

KATISHA

There is beauty in the bellow of the blast

There is grandeur in the growling of the gale

There is eloquent outpouring when the lion is a roaring

And the tiger is a lashing of his tail!

KO-KO

Yes, I like to see a tiger from the Congo or the Niger

And especially when lashing of his tail

KATISHA

Volcanos have a splendour that is grim,

And earthquakes only terrify the dolts

But to him who’s scientific there is nothing that’s terrific

In the falling of a flight of thunder bolts!

KO-KO

Yes, in spite of all my meekness, if I have a little weakness

It’s a passion for a flight of thunderbolts.

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so sing erry down derry it’s evident very our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

KO-KO

There is beauty in extreme old age, do you fancy you are elderly enough?

Information I’m requestion on a subject interesting,

Is a maiden all the better when she’s tough?

KATISHA

Throughout this wide dominion it’s the general opinion

That she’ll last a good deal longer when she’s tough

KO-KO

Are you old enough to marry do you think? Won’t you wait until you’re eighty

Hearts Do Not Break

KATISHA

Alone and yet alive, oh sepulchre

My soul is still my body’s prisoner

Remote the peace that death alone can give

My doom to wait, my punishment to live.

Hearts do not break, they sting and ache

For old love’s sake, but do not die

Though with each breath, they long for death

As witnesseth the living I. The living I

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

Why linger here where all is drear?

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

May not a cheated maiden die?

May not a cheated maiden die?

Tit-Willow

KO-KO

On a tree by a river  a little tom tit

Sang “Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And I said to him “Dicky bird why do you sit,

Singing ‘Willow, tit willow, tit willow’?

Is it weakness of intellect birdie?” I cried

“Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?”

With a shake of his poor little head he replied

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow.”

He slapp’d at his chest as he sat on the bough singing

“Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow,

Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!

He sobb’d and he sigh’d and a gurgle he gave,

Then he threw himself into the billowy wave

And an echo arose from the suicide’s grave

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

Now I feel just as sure as I’m sure that my name

Isn’t willow, tit willow, tit willow

That ’twas blighted affection that made him exclaim

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And if you remain callous and obdurate I,

Shall perish as he did and you will know why

Tho’ I probably shall not exclaim as I die,

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

Beauty in the Bellow of the Blast

KATISHA

There is beauty in the bellow of the blast

There is grandeur in the growling of the gale

There is eloquent outpouring when the lion is a roaring

And the tiger is a lashing of his tail!

KO-KO

Yes, I like to see a tiger from the Congo or the Niger

And especially when lashing of his tail

KATISHA

Volcanos have a splendour that is grim,

And earthquakes only terrify the dolts

But to him who’s scientific there is nothing that’s terrific

In the falling of a flight of thunder bolts!

KO-KO

Yes, in spite of all my meekness, if I have a little weakness

It’s a passion for a flight of thunderbolts.

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so sing erry down derry it’s evident very our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

KO-KO

There is beauty in extreme old age, do you fancy you are elderly enough?

Information I’m requestion on a subject interesting,

Is a maiden all the better when she’s tough?

KATISHA

Throughout this wide dominion it’s the general opinion

That she’ll last a good deal longer when she’s tough

KO-KO

Are you old enough to marry do you think? Won’t you wait until you’re eighty in the shade?

There’s a fascination franctic in a ruin that’s romantic, do you think you are sufficiently decayed?

KATISHA

To the matter that you mention, I have given some attention

And I think I am sufficiently decayed

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so, sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one!

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

If that is so sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done.

Sing derry down derry,

We’ll merrily marry,

Nor tardily tarry till day is done!

Hearts Do Not Break

KATISHA

Alone and yet alive, oh sepulchre

My soul is still my body’s prisoner

Remote the peace that death alone can give

My doom to wait, my punishment to live.

Hearts do not break, they sting and ache

For old love’s sake, but do not die

Though with each breath, they long for death

As witnesseth the living I. The living I

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

Why linger here where all is drear?

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

May not a cheated maiden die?

May not a cheated maiden die?

Tit-Willow

KO-KO

On a tree by a river  a little tom tit

Sang “Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And I said to him “Dicky bird why do you sit,

Singing ‘Willow, tit willow, tit willow’?

Is it weakness of intellect birdie?” I cried

“Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?”

With a shake of his poor little head he replied

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow.”

He slapp’d at his chest as he sat on the bough singing

“Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow,

Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!

He sobb’d and he sigh’d and a gurgle he gave,

Then he threw himself into the billowy wave

And an echo arose from the suicide’s grave

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

Now I feel just as sure as I’m sure that my name

Isn’t willow, tit willow, tit willow

That ’twas blighted affection that made him exclaim

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And if you remain callous and obdurate I,

Shall perish as he did and you will know why

Tho’ I probably shall not exclaim as I die,

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

Beauty in the Bellow of the Blast

KATISHA

There is beauty in the bellow of the blast

There is grandeur in the growling of the gale

There is eloquent outpouring when the lion is a roaring

And the tiger is a lashing of his tail!

KO-KO

Yes, I like to see a tiger from the Congo or the Niger

And especially when lashing of his tail

KATISHA

Volcanos have a splendour that is grim,

And earthquakes only terrify the dolts

But to him who’s scientific there is nothing that’s terrific

In the falling of a flight of thunder bolts!

KO-KO

Yes, in spite of all my meekness, if I have a little weakness

It’s a passion for a flight of thunderbolts.

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so sing erry down derry it’s evident very our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

KO-KO

There is beauty in extreme old age, do you fancy you are elderly enough?

Information I’m requestion on a subject interesting,

Is a maiden all the better when she’s tough?

KATISHA

Throughout this wide dominion it’s the general opinion

That she’ll last a good deal longer when she’s tough

KO-KO

Are you old enough to marry do you think? Won’t you wait until you’re eighty in the shade?

There’s a fascination franctic in a ruin that’s romantic, do you think you are sufficiently decayed?

KATISHA

To the matter that you mention, I have given some attention

And I think I am sufficiently decayed

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so, sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one!

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

If that is so sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done.

Sing derry down derry,

We’ll merrily marry,

Nor tardily tarry till day is done!

in the shade?

There’s a fascination franctic in a ruin that’s romantic, do you think you are sufficiently decayed?

KATISHA

To the matter that you mention, I have given some attention

And I think I am sufficiently decayed

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so, sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one!

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

If that is so sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done.

Sing derry down derry,

We’ll merrily marry,

Nor tardily tarry till day is done!

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