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THE LADIES:
Anne of Green
Gables, never change, We like you just this way.
Anne of Green Gables, sweet
and strange, stay as you are today.
Though blossoms fade and friends must
part, Old grow the songs we’ve sung.
Anne of Green Gables, in our hearts, You
are forever young.
GREAT WORKERS FOR THE CAUSE
THE LADIES:
Every Tuesday
afternoon, We take up our positions in the rummage brigade of the
ladies’
aid to the board of Foreign Missions.
All the ladies of Avonlea are glad to
help the heathen. To improve the lot of the
Hottentots comes as natural to us
as breathin’, As natural to us as breathin'
We are great workers for the
cause, willing helpers in the mission field. We do
everything we can do, We
send afghans to the Hindu, We are great workers for the cause!
We’re collection undershirts
and drawers, for to keep the naked pagans warm
When your children get to big
we send their undies to a Pigmy,
We are all great workers for the
cause.
WHERE IS MATTHEW GOING?
THE LADIES:
Where is
Matthew going and why is he going there? Matthew Cuthbert never,
never goes
anywhere. He’s wearing his clean white collar. He’s wearing his store
bought
suit.
Let’s get us a rig and foller
Don’t be silly
Don’t
be sassy
Don’t be cute
Where d’you suppose he’s going? He’s hitched up his Sunday steed. He should be home a sowing, sowing turnip seed. It must be a fearful task then, It must be something bad.
Why don’t we all go and ask
then?
Are you balmy?
Are you batty?
Are you mad?
If it was bad, he’d drive
much faster, if ‘twas nuthin’ he’d drive slow.
I’d better go ask his
sister,
Marilla’d be sure to know. You’d better go ask Marilla, You better go
pay a call
I’ll borrow a drop of vanilla and act sort of dumb and all
You
can talk about the weather, then ask her all at once!
Why don’t we all go
together?
We’re no snoopers! We’re no gossips! Oh you
dunce!
Our meeting can continue, now we’ve found out just where, where that Matthew’s going and why he’s going there!!
GEE I'M GLAD I'M NO ONE ELSE BUT ME
ANNE:
Once I thought I'd like to be a
blossom on a tree
White and pink and as lazy as can be
But I'd be king
just in the spring
So now I think it over
Gee I'm glad I'm no one else
but me
If you sit around and find the world is gloomy
And it isn't just your cup of tea
It's easy to imagine that's it rose in
bloomy
You can think of the things you want to be
So when all is said
and done
Imagining's a lot of fun
But when there are battles to be won
Be what you are it's best by far
soon you'll
be in clover
Gee I'm glad I'm no one else but me
...
Do you suppose that it could be the wounds of a
tragic destiny
Dripping from a bloodstained family tree?
An evil spell
that did compel, the founders of this island
to meet their doom and perish
in misery.
Picture now the vicious strife that started
raging
way back in the olden days of your
Family in family in feuds
engaging
Drenching all your local soils with gore
There! As far as I can see
I just cleared up
the mystery
of why your soils are red perpetually
MATTHEW:
The anwser's found not in the ground
In your imagination.
ANNE:
Gee I'm glad I'm no one else
Gee
I'm glad I'm no one else
Gee I'm glad I'm no one else but me!
MARILLA: We clearly requested a boy!
MATTHEW:
A boy’s what we wanted, I guess.
ANNE: I guess that a girl’s not so
bad.
MARILLA: So badly we needed a boy. We clearly requested a boy
ANNE:
A boy’s what they wanted I guess
MATTHEW: I guess that a girl’s not so
bad
MARILLA: So badly we needed a boy
ANNE: A boy could help out on the
farm
MATTHEW: The farm could look after itself.
ANNE: It’s selfish to
think o my self!
MARILLA: Myself I am partial to boys.
ANNE/MATTHEW:
Boys! Boys!
MATTHEW: A girl could help Marilla round the
house, A girl could bring alfalfa to the cows.
MARILLA: A boy can milk and
carry in the pail,
ANNE: Boys are made of snails, and puppy dogs’
tails!
MARILLA: A boy can plough, a boy can hay or hoe, a girl can only sit
and knit and dew
MATTHEW: A boy is rough, but girls are still as
mice,
ANNE: Girls are made of spice, Oh, won’t they think twice? She hates
me because I’m a girl.
MATTHEW: A girl is alright I declare.
MARILLA: I declare that she’ll have to go back,
Go Back!
ANNE: GO Back! Go Back!
MARILLA: We clearly requested
ANNE:
Like all of the rest did
MATTHEW: It can’t be contested.
ALL: They/We
clearly requested a boy.
ANNE:
I’m the Lady Cordelia de Montmorency,
Abducted by gypsies when I was three.
MARILLA: Anne!
ANNE: My name is Anne Shirley.
Anne with an "e"
MRS BLEWETT: That's better; just the facts
tell her where
you were born and who your folks were
ANNE:
I was born in a palace in Old
Vienna,
Danubian Waltzes my lullabies.
And my father was Johann, with
great moustaches,
My mother Maria, with emerald eyes.
MARILLA: That's enough of that, child!
ANNE:
If you’re wondering how I got here,
I was kidnapped by this buccaneer, who took me to
France, and taught me
to dance in his gypsy hide out in Tangier!
MARILLA: Anne, stop this instant!
MRS
SPENCER: I never heard such nonsense in all my life
MRS BLEWITT: I don't
think the girl's all there
MRS SPENCER: That's not certainly not what they
told me at the orphanage
MARILLA: Anne! Anne Shirley!
MRS BLEWITT: We
don't want no gypsies around here!
MRS SPENCER: What ever possessed that
child?
MARILLA: Anne! Anne Shirley!
ANNE:
I’m the Lady Cordelia de
Montmorency,
abducted by gypsies when I was three.
THE LADIES: The facts , the facts, the facts, The plain simple homely, unembroidered facts!
MATTHEW:
Never mind how folks talk,
let
them all strut and squawk,
when they criticize you pass them by.
If they
do carp at you, don’t get upset,
fuss fume or fret, and get
indigestion.
Critics can’t bother me, ‘cause I tell them
I agree, when
they’re finding fault, I don’t deny.
You can do , If you try it. You won’t
rue it, be like I,
I keep happy eating humble pie.
ANNE/MATTHEW:
Humble pie, humble pie, We can
eat it, you and I. Though the world
around us may be proud.
MATTHEW: Never mind, you will find they have no
fight!
ANNE: If you’re polite and answer their questions.
ANNE/MATTHEW:
With a smile all the while,
try to walk that second mile,
turn the other
cheek against the crowd.
MATTHEW: You can do just you try it, Why not try my
steady diet?
ANNE/MATTHEW: We’ll be happy eating humble pie.
...
MATTHEW: You can do just you try it, Why not try
my steady diet?
ANNE/MATTHEW: We’ll be happy eating humble pie.
ANNE: Oh, Diana, I can't wait
till we get at the ice cream
DIANA: Anne, you'll love it!
Ice
cream
Is anything more delectable
Than ice cream?
Why, even the most
respectible
Eat ice cream
It's wonderful on a summer's afternoon
In
june.
Ice cream
The recipe's
something serious
But ice cream
Makes everybody so delirous
That ice
cream
Is certanly worth the trouble that it takes....
ANNE: What does it take, Diana?
DIANA: It takes a tin pail,
pack it with some ice
Rock, salt , sprinkle on it twice
Big spoon to see
if it tastes nice
ANNE: You're got me aquiver, I'm starting to shiver!
CHORUS: Ice cream
The
mixing is most enjoyable
Of ice cream
And no one is employable
In our
scheme
You're go to keep on the double till it's set
You
bet!
LADIES: Chill, mix, cover it
up tight! Turn crank
JOSIE: Can't you do it right?
DIANA: You
help!
EVERYBODY: This no time to
fight!
keep on the turning and soon we'll be churning out!
Ice cream
Is out of this world for tastiness
But ice cream
Can never be made
with hastiness
Ice.... cream..... it's wonderful on a summer's afternoon
In june
Ice cream.
ICE CREAM!!!
GILBERT: Why
aint' it always summer ?
I could sleep late
And stay up till midnight
catching dew worms for bait
Now i'd be combed and curried
And worry
again
Who wants to put their shoes on
Not me my friend!
JOSIE: I grew
whole inch bigger!
GERRY: I lost a wisdom tooth!
ANNE: I took an umbrella
and fell off our roof!
DIANA: I had
a taste of high life
In Charlottetown!
They have electric lights
That
never burn down
I saw the lights on Queen Street
A keen street for
clothes
And I had a cherry prosphate
Went up my nose!
TILLIE,
TOMMY, GERTIE: We found a forgeous seashell!
RUBY, MOODY: We found some
licorice root!
CHARLIE: I found a hired girl swimming in her birthday
suit
EVERYBODY:
Where did the summer go to
We have such fun
Now we go back to Caesars
and Attila the hun
I'm sure that all this latin
Will flattin my
head
Sic transit gloria mundi
Summertime's .... Summertime's.....
Summertime's....
Who wants to put their shoes on not me my
friend
ANNE: Kindred spirits just
you and me ever to be
ANNE+DIANA: Kindred spirits
ANNE: Sharing our
joys
DIANA: Even the boys
ANNE: We must solemly swear
DIANA: Swearing's
a sin, shall we begin?
ANNE+DIANA: Now we're kindred spirits
ANNE: Loyal
and true
DIANA: Truer than blue
ANNE+DIANA: All our life
through we two
Like a fly sticks to glue, we'll stick
together
ANNE: Just me and
you
DIANA: Just you and me
ANNE: Just you and i
DIANA: That's how
it must be.
Now we're kindred spirits.
Faithful and
true
ANNE: Like an old shoe
ANNE+DIANA: All our lives through we two!!