could stay right hereAnd give back the boy his bookBut

where you areDon't come too close, and don't go too

say times are hard for dreamersBut they are not hard

does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and aScotsman,

go back to have an early meeting out of

Grandpa's in the paper!"War hero Philip Schuyler in danger of

deux trois quatreCinq six sept huit deux trois quatreCinq

nothing rich folks love moreThan going downtown and slummin’ it

was it I noticed nothing?How could it go so far?It

Andrey arrived?Has Andrey arrived?He has not arrivedHe will never comeOr

WIFE, the Prince, what was he a very

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whoreAnd a Scotsman,

I gaze at you againI need a time for tearsBefore

oh, ohFor the longest timeOh, oh, ohFor the you

sick of runnin'Feel like I'm breakin' downI'm sick of runnin'Make

-ELIZA-Un deux trois quatrecinq six sept huit neuf-PHILIP-Un deux trois quatrecinq

& COMPANY la, it's MayThe lusty month of MayThat

Ah-ah-she-ca!Ah-she-ca! Ah-ah-she-ca!Ah-she-ca! Ah-ah-she-ca!Warriors, Warriors, show 'em whatchoo Cochise,

quietLook

and foreverIn this heart of Ricamora, Philippa Soo,