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# Flanagan, Flanagan | 0:00:08 | 0:00:12 | |
# Take me to the Isle of Man again | 0:00:12 | 0:00:16 | |
# Take me where the folks all cry | 0:00:16 | 0:00:19 | |
# K-E-double-L-Y | 0:00:19 | 0:00:23 | |
# Flanagan, Flanagan | 0:00:23 | 0:00:27 | |
# If you love your Mary Ann | 0:00:27 | 0:00:31 | |
# Oh, oh, oh, oh, Flanagan | 0:00:31 | 0:00:35 | |
# Take me to the Isle of Man. # | 0:00:35 | 0:00:40 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:00:40 | 0:00:44 | |
FANFARE | 0:00:44 | 0:00:48 | |
CHEERING | 0:00:48 | 0:00:51 | |
LOUD CHEER | 0:00:57 | 0:00:59 | |
Once again, | 0:00:59 | 0:01:02 | |
good evening, ladies and gentlemen! | 0:01:02 | 0:01:07 | |
CHEERING | 0:01:07 | 0:01:09 | |
Hyperbolically... | 0:01:09 | 0:01:12 | |
-AUDIENCE: -Oooh! | 0:01:12 | 0:01:13 | |
And that's not rude. | 0:01:13 | 0:01:15 | |
..polysyllabic in prognostication, | 0:01:15 | 0:01:20 | |
commemorating Miss Clarice Mayne, | 0:01:20 | 0:01:25 | |
immutably munificent... | 0:01:25 | 0:01:27 | |
Oooh! | 0:01:27 | 0:01:29 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:01:29 | 0:01:31 | |
..in minstrelsy, | 0:01:31 | 0:01:34 | |
the Players' Theatre! | 0:01:34 | 0:01:37 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:01:37 | 0:01:39 | |
# Put on your tat-ta, little girlie | 0:01:44 | 0:01:47 | |
# Do-do what I want you to | 0:01:47 | 0:01:50 | |
# Far from the busy hurly-burly | 0:01:50 | 0:01:54 | |
# I've got lots to say to you | 0:01:54 | 0:01:57 | |
# My head's completely twirly whirly | 0:01:57 | 0:02:00 | |
# My girl I want you to be | 0:02:00 | 0:02:03 | |
# So put on your tat-ta, your pretty little tat-ta | 0:02:03 | 0:02:07 | |
# And come out and tat-ta, come out and tat-ta | 0:02:07 | 0:02:10 | |
# Come out and tat-ta with me. # | 0:02:10 | 0:02:14 | |
# Josh-u-ah, Josh-u-ah | 0:02:14 | 0:02:18 | |
# Why don't you call and see Mama? | 0:02:18 | 0:02:21 | |
# She'll be pleased to know | 0:02:21 | 0:02:25 | |
# You are my best beau | 0:02:25 | 0:02:29 | |
# Josh-u-ah, Josh-u-ah | 0:02:29 | 0:02:33 | |
# Nicer than lemon squash you are | 0:02:33 | 0:02:36 | |
# Yes, by gosh you are | 0:02:36 | 0:02:40 | |
# Josh-u-osh-u-ah. # | 0:02:40 | 0:02:44 | |
# You called me baby doll a year ago | 0:02:50 | 0:02:56 | |
# You told me I was very nice to know | 0:02:56 | 0:03:01 | |
# I soon learned what love was | 0:03:01 | 0:03:05 | |
# I thought I knew | 0:03:05 | 0:03:08 | |
# But all I've learned has only taught me | 0:03:08 | 0:03:12 | |
# How to love you | 0:03:12 | 0:03:17 | |
# You made me think you'd love me in return | 0:03:17 | 0:03:22 | |
# Don't tell me you were fooling after all | 0:03:22 | 0:03:29 | |
# For if you turn away | 0:03:29 | 0:03:32 | |
# You'll be sorry some day | 0:03:32 | 0:03:37 | |
# You left behind | 0:03:37 | 0:03:40 | |
# A broken doll | 0:03:40 | 0:03:46 | |
# You made me think you loved me in return | 0:03:48 | 0:03:52 | |
# In return, in return, in return | 0:03:52 | 0:03:55 | |
# Don't tell me you were fooling after all | 0:03:55 | 0:04:02 | |
# For if you turn away | 0:04:02 | 0:04:05 | |
# You'll be sorry some day | 0:04:05 | 0:04:09 | |
# You left behind a broken doll. # | 0:04:09 | 0:04:16 | |
# Jere-Jeremiah | 0:04:16 | 0:04:20 | |
# My heart's on fire | 0:04:20 | 0:04:23 | |
# Play again that sweet refrain | 0:04:23 | 0:04:26 | |
# Ump-ta-ra-ra, ump-ta-ra-ra | 0:04:26 | 0:04:30 | |
# Jere-Jeremiah | 0:04:30 | 0:04:33 | |
# It's the finest tune I've known | 0:04:33 | 0:04:36 | |
# Rag it, drag it, zig-zig-zag it | 0:04:36 | 0:04:40 | |
# On your ragtime trombone | 0:04:40 | 0:04:43 | |
# Jere-Jeremiah | 0:04:43 | 0:04:46 | |
# My heart's on fire | 0:04:46 | 0:04:50 | |
# Play again that sweet refrain | 0:04:50 | 0:04:53 | |
# Ump-ta-ra-ra, ump-ta-ra-ra | 0:04:53 | 0:04:56 | |
# Jere-Jeremiah | 0:04:56 | 0:04:59 | |
# It's the finest tune I've known | 0:04:59 | 0:05:03 | |
# Rag it, drag it, zig-zig-zag it | 0:05:03 | 0:05:06 | |
# On your ragtime | 0:05:06 | 0:05:08 | |
# Ragtime | 0:05:09 | 0:05:11 | |
# Ragtime trombone. # | 0:05:13 | 0:05:20 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:05:20 | 0:05:22 | |
Caledonian capers | 0:05:31 | 0:05:33 | |
committed in immaculate sartorial impeccability... | 0:05:33 | 0:05:39 | |
Oooh! | 0:05:39 | 0:05:40 | |
..the glass of fashion and the very mould of form, | 0:05:40 | 0:05:46 | |
Mr Barry Cryer! | 0:05:46 | 0:05:49 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:05:49 | 0:05:51 | |
Good evening. | 0:05:54 | 0:05:55 | |
# I love a lassie | 0:05:57 | 0:06:00 | |
# A bonnie Hieland lassie | 0:06:00 | 0:06:02 | |
# She's as pure as the lily in the dell | 0:06:02 | 0:06:06 | |
# She's as sweet as the heather | 0:06:06 | 0:06:09 | |
# The bonnie bloomin' heather | 0:06:09 | 0:06:11 | |
# Mary, my Scots bluebell. # | 0:06:11 | 0:06:16 | |
Good evening, McLadies and McGentlemen. | 0:06:16 | 0:06:19 | |
They asked me to wear a funny costume, but I refused. | 0:06:19 | 0:06:22 | |
Now... | 0:06:22 | 0:06:23 | |
Lovely to be back here again. | 0:06:25 | 0:06:26 | |
Mr Colehan, our producer, greeted me personally here today. | 0:06:26 | 0:06:30 | |
The only man whose handlebar moustache has a bell on it. | 0:06:30 | 0:06:32 | |
And... | 0:06:32 | 0:06:34 | |
he looked me straight in the eye, he said, | 0:06:34 | 0:06:36 | |
"You're back, you're back. | 0:06:36 | 0:06:37 | |
"That's what we like to see - your back." | 0:06:37 | 0:06:40 | |
A lovely man. He's been doing this show for 25 years, you know. | 0:06:40 | 0:06:44 | |
The BBC say he's got to carry on till he gets it right. Now... | 0:06:44 | 0:06:47 | |
To continue my farewell appearance, I'd like... | 0:06:52 | 0:06:54 | |
..I'd like to greet my good friend Mr Sachs - good evening, sir. | 0:06:56 | 0:06:58 | |
-Good evening to you. -I went to St Leonard's at the weekend - | 0:06:58 | 0:07:01 | |
they all send their regards. Now... | 0:07:01 | 0:07:03 | |
Mr Bernard Herrmann, our MD, | 0:07:03 | 0:07:06 | |
which stands for "musical director" and not "doctor of medicine", | 0:07:06 | 0:07:09 | |
although it has been suggested he could do with a little practice. | 0:07:09 | 0:07:12 | |
Now...Bernard and the gentlemen of the orchestra | 0:07:12 | 0:07:15 | |
are a veritable tower of strength to all the artistes in this show. | 0:07:15 | 0:07:18 | |
To see them weaving their way back from the Duck & Pullet | 0:07:18 | 0:07:22 | |
and entering the theatre | 0:07:22 | 0:07:24 | |
and launching into the overture pizzicato | 0:07:24 | 0:07:26 | |
is the experience of a lifetime, ladies and gentlemen. | 0:07:26 | 0:07:30 | |
Now, enough of this tittle-tattle. | 0:07:30 | 0:07:31 | |
That's a Scots expression. | 0:07:31 | 0:07:33 | |
You know tittle-tattle. | 0:07:33 | 0:07:34 | |
Oh, yes, a tattle was a garment, | 0:07:34 | 0:07:36 | |
a woolly garment ladies wore on the chest, | 0:07:36 | 0:07:38 | |
hence the expression. Now... | 0:07:38 | 0:07:40 | |
Oh... | 0:07:44 | 0:07:46 | |
I'm laughing cos I know what's coming next. | 0:07:48 | 0:07:49 | |
I've had a hell... | 0:07:49 | 0:07:50 | |
I don't usually listen, but tonight... | 0:07:52 | 0:07:54 | |
I've had a marvellous year since I saw you. | 0:07:54 | 0:07:56 | |
I attended the Inversnecky Folk Singing & Sporran-Burning Festival. | 0:07:56 | 0:08:00 | |
Every night we used to gather round the camp fire singing folk songs | 0:08:02 | 0:08:06 | |
and setting fire to each other's sporrans. | 0:08:06 | 0:08:09 | |
You've never heard such top notes in your life. | 0:08:09 | 0:08:12 | |
But the high spot, the high spot of my year, the veritable pinnacle, | 0:08:14 | 0:08:20 | |
the veritable pinnacle... | 0:08:20 | 0:08:22 | |
I do enjoy saying that. Shall we all say that? | 0:08:22 | 0:08:24 | |
On the count of three - one, two, three... | 0:08:24 | 0:08:27 | |
ALL: The veritable pinnacle! | 0:08:27 | 0:08:29 | |
Wonderful - community joking. | 0:08:29 | 0:08:31 | |
Oh, wonderful. The veritable pinnacle | 0:08:31 | 0:08:33 | |
was in fact being invited to open the Highland Games. | 0:08:33 | 0:08:36 | |
Oh, that was wonderful. After the initial traditional meal of haggis | 0:08:36 | 0:08:40 | |
and senna pods, | 0:08:40 | 0:08:42 | |
I did a lap of honour and... | 0:08:42 | 0:08:45 | |
Well, you would, wouldn't you? Anyway... | 0:08:46 | 0:08:49 | |
I'm blethering here. | 0:08:49 | 0:08:50 | |
I never even told you the lassie I was singing about in the song. | 0:08:50 | 0:08:53 | |
Her name is Bridie Angus. | 0:08:53 | 0:08:55 | |
She's one of the Aberdeen Anguses and she's here tonight somewhere, | 0:08:55 | 0:08:59 | |
somewhere up there. | 0:08:59 | 0:09:00 | |
Oh, hello, Bridie! | 0:09:00 | 0:09:02 | |
Oh, I'm sorry, sir. | 0:09:02 | 0:09:03 | |
It was the moustache. For a moment... | 0:09:03 | 0:09:05 | |
I met her at a tea dance. | 0:09:05 | 0:09:07 | |
You don't half spill some during the lancers. | 0:09:07 | 0:09:10 | |
I saw her in the corner, poor wee soul, a real wallflower, | 0:09:10 | 0:09:13 | |
standing in a pot, | 0:09:13 | 0:09:14 | |
and asked her to dance. | 0:09:14 | 0:09:16 | |
While we were on the floor - well, not on the floor - | 0:09:16 | 0:09:20 | |
I asked if I could see her home, | 0:09:20 | 0:09:21 | |
so she showed me a photograph. | 0:09:21 | 0:09:23 | |
And... | 0:09:23 | 0:09:25 | |
we've been going steady ever since. | 0:09:25 | 0:09:26 | |
I'm telling them about the tea dance, hen. | 0:09:26 | 0:09:29 | |
I call her hen - she sleeps in the yard. | 0:09:29 | 0:09:31 | |
I'm... | 0:09:31 | 0:09:32 | |
I've been walking her up and down outside the theatre before the show. | 0:09:32 | 0:09:35 | |
I think the black coffee's beginning to work. Are you all right, love? | 0:09:35 | 0:09:38 | |
Are you all right? I blame the whisky - a shilling a tot. | 0:09:38 | 0:09:41 | |
Oh, I can get her drunk on £8. | 0:09:41 | 0:09:43 | |
I'm going to do the poem now | 0:09:45 | 0:09:46 | |
for the ladies and gentlemen and you, Bridie. | 0:09:46 | 0:09:48 | |
Wake her up, for God's sake, somebody. | 0:09:48 | 0:09:50 | |
Here's the poem, love, here's the poem. | 0:09:50 | 0:09:53 | |
You can search high and low, you can search near and far | 0:09:53 | 0:09:57 | |
From Land's End up to John O'Groats | 0:09:57 | 0:09:59 | |
For a love beyond others, but none can compare | 0:09:59 | 0:10:03 | |
With a Scot and his love for his oats. | 0:10:03 | 0:10:05 | |
Now there's the poem. | 0:10:05 | 0:10:06 | |
CHEERING | 0:10:10 | 0:10:12 | |
That was a near thing, love, wasn't it? | 0:10:16 | 0:10:19 | |
All quality, no quantity. Now... | 0:10:20 | 0:10:22 | |
..ladies and gentlemen, | 0:10:23 | 0:10:25 | |
for Bridie and your good selves, | 0:10:25 | 0:10:26 | |
we're going to sing the song again, | 0:10:26 | 0:10:28 | |
a quick wee chorus and this is your last chance to practise, | 0:10:28 | 0:10:31 | |
cos you're going to sing it again with Mr Ian Wallace later on. | 0:10:31 | 0:10:35 | |
Thank you, Mr Herrmann. | 0:10:35 | 0:10:36 | |
# I love a lassie | 0:10:39 | 0:10:41 | |
# A bonnie, bonnie lassie | 0:10:41 | 0:10:43 | |
# She's as pure as the lily in the dell | 0:10:43 | 0:10:47 | |
# She's as sweet as the heather | 0:10:47 | 0:10:50 | |
# The bonnie bloomin' heather | 0:10:50 | 0:10:53 | |
# Mary, my Scots bluebell. # | 0:10:53 | 0:10:56 | |
CHEERING | 0:10:58 | 0:11:01 | |
You see, it isn't only our sporrans that we're wearing low this year. | 0:11:12 | 0:11:16 | |
And now, from Canada, | 0:11:16 | 0:11:20 | |
eager aspirant for your appreciative applause, | 0:11:20 | 0:11:24 | |
the very newest newcomer to this programme, | 0:11:24 | 0:11:27 | |
Miss Penelope Beavan! | 0:11:27 | 0:11:30 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:11:30 | 0:11:33 | |
# Coming home from Canterbury fair | 0:11:46 | 0:11:52 | |
# Coming home alone, yet my fancy still is there | 0:11:52 | 0:12:00 | |
# Bonnie lads with fancies far too free | 0:12:00 | 0:12:05 | |
# Made me blush and yet one I fancied fancied me | 0:12:05 | 0:12:13 | |
# For my smile he gave me love songs | 0:12:13 | 0:12:19 | |
# For my kiss a ribbon for my hair | 0:12:19 | 0:12:26 | |
# Coming home alone and in despair | 0:12:26 | 0:12:32 | |
# For I left my heart there at Canterbury fair | 0:12:32 | 0:12:40 | |
# "Tis nice to walk," said he to me and so we strolled away | 0:12:45 | 0:12:52 | |
# "Tis nice to talk," said I but my, what could a body say? | 0:12:52 | 0:13:00 | |
# His arm was soon around me, in my heart there danced a flame | 0:13:00 | 0:13:07 | |
# For at last true love had found me | 0:13:07 | 0:13:11 | |
# How I wish I'd asked his name | 0:13:11 | 0:13:17 | |
# Now I'm coming home | 0:13:18 | 0:13:22 | |
# From Canterbury fair | 0:13:22 | 0:13:26 | |
# In my heart his kiss and his ribbon in my hair | 0:13:26 | 0:13:34 | |
# Other lads will smile and dance with me | 0:13:34 | 0:13:40 | |
# But my heart will ache | 0:13:40 | 0:13:43 | |
# For it will be his smile I see | 0:13:43 | 0:13:48 | |
# And I know I'll ever love him | 0:13:48 | 0:13:54 | |
# Ever hope we'll meet again somewhere | 0:13:54 | 0:14:01 | |
# Coming home alone and in despair | 0:14:01 | 0:14:08 | |
# For I lost my heart there | 0:14:08 | 0:14:14 | |
# At Canterbury fair. # | 0:14:14 | 0:14:20 | |
From Switzerland, | 0:14:35 | 0:14:38 | |
the acme of acrobatic intrepidity... | 0:14:38 | 0:14:43 | |
-AUDIENCE: -Ooh! -..and corporeal pliability, | 0:14:43 | 0:14:47 | |
Mr Rocky Rendall! | 0:14:47 | 0:14:52 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:14:52 | 0:14:54 | |
Mr Rendall has just set up a world record of 36 minutes, 45 seconds | 0:15:00 | 0:15:06 | |
of compression in that small box, | 0:15:06 | 0:15:08 | |
which measures 19 inches by 19 inches by 19, | 0:15:08 | 0:15:12 | |
with a little door 12 inches by 12. | 0:15:12 | 0:15:16 | |
Mr Rendall weighs 16st | 0:15:16 | 0:15:19 | |
and 5'8" in height. | 0:15:19 | 0:15:21 | |
Mr Rocky Rendall! | 0:15:21 | 0:15:23 | |
APPLAUSE AND DRUMROLL | 0:15:23 | 0:15:26 | |
ORCHESTRA PLAYS SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC | 0:15:33 | 0:15:37 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:16:50 | 0:16:52 | |
CHEERING | 0:18:30 | 0:18:33 | |
Now, the impediments of illusion | 0:18:46 | 0:18:48 | |
are eliminated for the advent of a primeval pachydermatous... | 0:18:48 | 0:18:55 | |
-Ohh! -..panegyric. | 0:18:55 | 0:18:57 | |
A thick-skinned... | 0:18:59 | 0:19:01 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:19:01 | 0:19:02 | |
..song of praise | 0:19:02 | 0:19:04 | |
from none other than Mr Ian Wallace! | 0:19:04 | 0:19:09 | |
# A bold hippopotamus was standing one day | 0:19:18 | 0:19:22 | |
# On the banks of the cool Shalimar | 0:19:22 | 0:19:26 | |
# He gazed at the bottom as he peacefully lay | 0:19:27 | 0:19:32 | |
# By the light of the evening star | 0:19:32 | 0:19:36 | |
# Away on a hilltop sat combing her hair | 0:19:36 | 0:19:42 | |
# His fair hippopotami maid | 0:19:42 | 0:19:46 | |
# The hippopotamus was no ignoramus | 0:19:46 | 0:19:52 | |
# So sang her this sweet serenade | 0:19:52 | 0:19:56 | |
# Mud, mud, glorious mud | 0:19:58 | 0:20:03 | |
# Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood | 0:20:03 | 0:20:08 | |
# So follow me, follow, down to the hollow | 0:20:08 | 0:20:13 | |
# And there let us wallow in glorious mud | 0:20:13 | 0:20:21 | |
# The fair hippopotama he aimed to entice | 0:20:24 | 0:20:29 | |
# From her seat on that hilltop above | 0:20:29 | 0:20:33 | |
# As she hadn't got a ma to give her advice | 0:20:34 | 0:20:38 | |
# Came tiptoeing down to her love | 0:20:38 | 0:20:42 | |
# Like thunder the forest re-echoed the sound | 0:20:44 | 0:20:48 | |
# Of the song that they sang when they met | 0:20:48 | 0:20:53 | |
# His inamorata adjusted her garter | 0:20:53 | 0:20:59 | |
# And lifted her voice in duet | 0:20:59 | 0:21:03 | |
-HIGH PITCHED: -# Mud, mud, glorious mud | 0:21:05 | 0:21:10 | |
# Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood | 0:21:10 | 0:21:15 | |
# So follow me follow, down to the hollow... # | 0:21:15 | 0:21:20 | |
HE GIGGLES | 0:21:20 | 0:21:22 | |
# And there let us wallow in glorious mud | 0:21:22 | 0:21:28 | |
# Now more hippopotami began to convene | 0:21:31 | 0:21:36 | |
# On the banks of that river so wide | 0:21:36 | 0:21:41 | |
# I wonder now what am I to say of the scene | 0:21:41 | 0:21:46 | |
# That ensued by the Shalimar side? | 0:21:46 | 0:21:50 | |
# They dived all at once with an ear-splitting splosh | 0:21:51 | 0:21:57 | |
# Then rose to the surface again | 0:21:57 | 0:22:02 | |
# A regular army of hippopotami | 0:22:02 | 0:22:08 | |
# All singing this haunting refrain... # | 0:22:08 | 0:22:12 | |
All together now! | 0:22:12 | 0:22:15 | |
# Mud, mud, glorious mud | 0:22:15 | 0:22:20 | |
# Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood | 0:22:20 | 0:22:25 | |
# So follow me follow, down to the hollow | 0:22:25 | 0:22:31 | |
# And there let us wallow | 0:22:31 | 0:22:34 | |
# In glorious... | 0:22:34 | 0:22:41 | |
# Mud! # | 0:22:41 | 0:22:47 | |
From Germany, unparalleled apotheosis of plethoric, | 0:22:58 | 0:23:06 | |
proliferative profusion... | 0:23:06 | 0:23:10 | |
Lots and lots. | 0:23:10 | 0:23:13 | |
Dinardi! | 0:23:13 | 0:23:15 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:23:59 | 0:24:00 | |
LAUGHTER AND GASPS | 0:27:04 | 0:27:06 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:29:28 | 0:29:30 | |
An histrionically | 0:29:41 | 0:29:44 | |
heart-felt rendition | 0:29:44 | 0:29:47 | |
-incorporating a metamorphic trans... -Ooh! | 0:29:47 | 0:29:52 | |
..transmogrification for your edification, Miss Marti Webb! | 0:29:52 | 0:30:00 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:30:01 | 0:30:04 | |
# In a gilded hall of music | 0:30:15 | 0:30:18 | |
# Sat a bright, expectant crowd | 0:30:18 | 0:30:20 | |
# Waiting for the coming singer | 0:30:20 | 0:30:22 | |
# Whom they'd hail with praises loud | 0:30:22 | 0:30:26 | |
# Years ago, he'd been their idol | 0:30:26 | 0:30:28 | |
# How his wit had made them roar! | 0:30:28 | 0:30:31 | |
# Now this benefit performance | 0:30:31 | 0:30:35 | |
# Kept him from the workhouse door | 0:30:35 | 0:30:38 | |
# What a storm of welcome greets him | 0:30:38 | 0:30:41 | |
# As he steps upon the stage | 0:30:41 | 0:30:44 | |
# But, alas, how sadly altered | 0:30:44 | 0:30:47 | |
# What with illness and with age | 0:30:47 | 0:30:50 | |
# "I-I c-cannot s-sing t-tonight," he falters | 0:30:50 | 0:30:55 | |
# As he speaks, he bows his head | 0:30:55 | 0:30:59 | |
# But his speech was interrupted | 0:30:59 | 0:31:02 | |
# Someone in the gallery said | 0:31:02 | 0:31:08 | |
# Sing us one of the old songs, George | 0:31:08 | 0:31:14 | |
# One of the songs we know | 0:31:14 | 0:31:19 | |
# Try, old man Do what you can | 0:31:19 | 0:31:24 | |
# And we'll let the chorus go | 0:31:24 | 0:31:29 | |
# We can't forget what you used to be | 0:31:29 | 0:31:34 | |
# In the days when life was new | 0:31:34 | 0:31:40 | |
# Sing us a song And if you go wrong | 0:31:40 | 0:31:46 | |
# We'll help to pull you through | 0:31:46 | 0:31:51 | |
# At this show of recognition | 0:31:52 | 0:31:55 | |
# Tears ran down the singer's cheeks | 0:31:55 | 0:31:57 | |
# Twice he started, twice he faltered | 0:31:57 | 0:32:00 | |
# Neither could he sing nor speak | 0:32:00 | 0:32:03 | |
# Maybe twas the glorious triumph | 0:32:03 | 0:32:06 | |
# That his memory still could trace | 0:32:06 | 0:32:09 | |
# Where he'd shone the best and brightest | 0:32:09 | 0:32:12 | |
# In the very self-same place | 0:32:12 | 0:32:16 | |
# Well, he knew the doctor's warning | 0:32:16 | 0:32:19 | |
# Singing would be fatal now | 0:32:19 | 0:32:23 | |
# But the gratitude they'd shown him | 0:32:23 | 0:32:25 | |
# Must be recognised somehow | 0:32:25 | 0:32:28 | |
# How could he assay to please them? | 0:32:28 | 0:32:31 | |
# All his wits were now appalled | 0:32:31 | 0:32:33 | |
# As he stood there hesitating | 0:32:33 | 0:32:37 | |
# Once again the gallery called | 0:32:37 | 0:32:42 | |
-AUDIENCE JOINS IN: -# Sing us one of the old songs, George | 0:32:42 | 0:32:47 | |
# One of the songs we know | 0:32:47 | 0:32:53 | |
# Try, old man Do what you can | 0:32:53 | 0:32:57 | |
# And we'll let the chorus go | 0:32:57 | 0:33:03 | |
# We can't forget what you used to be | 0:33:03 | 0:33:08 | |
# In the days when life was new | 0:33:08 | 0:33:13 | |
# Sing us a song And if you go wrong | 0:33:13 | 0:33:19 | |
# We'll help to pull you through | 0:33:19 | 0:33:24 | |
# Then, as though a ray of sunshine | 0:33:25 | 0:33:28 | |
# Cast a halo round the place | 0:33:28 | 0:33:30 | |
# Stood a child before the footlights | 0:33:30 | 0:33:34 | |
# With a smiling angel face | 0:33:34 | 0:33:38 | |
# "Dad's been ill," she murmured softly | 0:33:38 | 0:33:42 | |
# "And if me you will allow | 0:33:42 | 0:33:45 | |
# "Just to let him rest this evening | 0:33:45 | 0:33:48 | |
# "I will sing for Daddy now" | 0:33:48 | 0:33:51 | |
# Then a strain of sweetest music | 0:33:51 | 0:33:56 | |
# Wafted o'er the spacious hall | 0:33:56 | 0:34:00 | |
-HESITANTLY: -# After the ball is over | 0:34:08 | 0:34:16 | |
# After the break of dawn | 0:34:16 | 0:34:23 | |
# After the dancers' leaving | 0:34:23 | 0:34:30 | |
# Da-da...da-da...da da... # | 0:34:30 | 0:34:35 | |
"Many a heart is aching." | 0:34:35 | 0:34:37 | |
-MORE CONFIDENTLY: -# Many a heart is aching | 0:34:37 | 0:34:43 | |
# If you could reach them all | 0:34:43 | 0:34:50 | |
# Many a heart that is aching | 0:34:50 | 0:34:56 | |
# After... | 0:34:56 | 0:35:00 | |
# ..the ball! | 0:35:00 | 0:35:05 | |
CHEERING | 0:35:05 | 0:35:08 | |
# As she bowed her thanks | 0:35:14 | 0:35:16 | |
# And left the stage | 0:35:16 | 0:35:18 | |
# All eyes in haste were dried | 0:35:18 | 0:35:21 | |
# Those who heard her Must have blessed her | 0:35:21 | 0:35:25 | |
# On the night the gallery cried | 0:35:25 | 0:35:30 | |
-AUDIENCE JOINS IN: -# Sing us one of the old songs, George | 0:35:30 | 0:35:35 | |
# One of the songs we know | 0:35:35 | 0:35:40 | |
# Try, old man Do what you can | 0:35:40 | 0:35:45 | |
# And we'll let the chorus go | 0:35:45 | 0:35:50 | |
# We can't forget what you used to be | 0:35:50 | 0:35:55 | |
# In the days when life was new | 0:35:55 | 0:36:01 | |
# Sing us a song And if you go wrong | 0:36:01 | 0:36:07 | |
# We'll help to pull you through | 0:36:07 | 0:36:13 | |
# So sing us a song | 0:36:13 | 0:36:17 | |
# And if you go wrong | 0:36:17 | 0:36:22 | |
# We'll help to pull you through. # | 0:36:22 | 0:36:29 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:36:29 | 0:36:32 | |
-Ebullient in buffoonery... -Ooh! | 0:36:44 | 0:36:48 | |
..rumbustious... | 0:36:48 | 0:36:49 | |
HE LAUGHS I'VE busted! | 0:36:49 | 0:36:51 | |
..in...in... | 0:36:51 | 0:36:52 | |
It's that diaphragm. | 0:36:55 | 0:36:58 | |
..rumbustious in mountebankery... | 0:36:58 | 0:37:01 | |
your own, your very, very own... | 0:37:01 | 0:37:04 | |
Mr Bernard Cribbins! | 0:37:04 | 0:37:06 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:37:06 | 0:37:08 | |
# The sultan sat on his Oriental mat | 0:37:17 | 0:37:20 | |
# In his harem, High Street, Persia | 0:37:20 | 0:37:23 | |
# He took one sip Of his coffee, just a drip | 0:37:23 | 0:37:26 | |
# And he says to his slave Oh, curse ya | 0:37:26 | 0:37:29 | |
# Oh, curse ya, curse ya, curse ya | 0:37:29 | 0:37:31 | |
# That's the horriblest coffee in Pers-i-a | 0:37:31 | 0:37:35 | |
# Now, what I want is a proper cup of coffee | 0:37:35 | 0:37:40 | |
# Made in a proper copper coffee pot | 0:37:40 | 0:37:42 | |
# I may be off my dot | 0:37:43 | 0:37:46 | |
# But I want a cup of coffee from a proper coffee pot | 0:37:46 | 0:37:50 | |
# Tin coffee pots, iron coffee pots | 0:37:50 | 0:37:53 | |
# They're no use to me | 0:37:53 | 0:37:56 | |
# If I can't have a proper cup of coffee from a proper copper coffee pot | 0:37:56 | 0:37:59 | |
# I'll have a cup of tea... # | 0:37:59 | 0:38:00 | |
Oh! What a lovely chorus! | 0:38:00 | 0:38:03 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:38:03 | 0:38:04 | |
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you! | 0:38:04 | 0:38:07 | |
-May I come amongst them, Mr Chairman? -Oh, do, do! | 0:38:07 | 0:38:10 | |
Thank you very much indeed. Yes... | 0:38:10 | 0:38:11 | |
Every time I play this hall, that happens. I can't understand it. | 0:38:13 | 0:38:16 | |
What a lovely audience. | 0:38:16 | 0:38:17 | |
I think I can say without fear of contradiction | 0:38:17 | 0:38:20 | |
you're the loveliest audience we've had in here tonight. | 0:38:20 | 0:38:22 | |
Right? A couple of oompahs, please. Thank you. | 0:38:22 | 0:38:25 | |
BAND STRIKES UP | 0:38:25 | 0:38:26 | |
# King Solomon with the Queen would carry on | 0:38:30 | 0:38:33 | |
# As we read in ancient scandals | 0:38:33 | 0:38:36 | |
# He gave her lots of silver coffee pots | 0:38:36 | 0:38:39 | |
# With diamond spouts and 'andles | 0:38:39 | 0:38:42 | |
# But, cried the Queen of Sheba | 0:38:42 | 0:38:45 | |
# I would rather have any old tea ba'... # | 0:38:45 | 0:38:49 | |
All posh, like a queen. | 0:38:49 | 0:38:50 | |
# What I want is a proper cup of coffee | 0:38:50 | 0:38:54 | |
# Made in a proper copper coffee pot... # | 0:38:54 | 0:38:56 | |
Come on, you lot! | 0:38:56 | 0:38:57 | |
# I may be off my dot | 0:38:57 | 0:39:00 | |
# But I want a cup of coffee from a proper coffee pot | 0:39:00 | 0:39:04 | |
# Tin coffee pots, iron coffee pots | 0:39:04 | 0:39:07 | |
# They're no use to me | 0:39:07 | 0:39:10 | |
# If I can't have a proper cup of coffee from a proper copper coffee pot | 0:39:10 | 0:39:14 | |
# I'll have a cup of tea. # | 0:39:14 | 0:39:16 | |
Very good. Very good! This is all about coffee. | 0:39:16 | 0:39:19 | |
This is a teetotal chorus. I... | 0:39:19 | 0:39:22 | |
No, don't leave, sir! You can have one later! | 0:39:22 | 0:39:25 | |
It's about coffee, ladies and gentlemen. | 0:39:25 | 0:39:28 | |
So we've got very good GROUNDS for singing it. Right? | 0:39:28 | 0:39:30 | |
-AUDIENCE GROANS -A couple of oompahs, please. | 0:39:30 | 0:39:32 | |
-BAND STRIKES UP -Yes, thank you. | 0:39:32 | 0:39:34 | |
# Napoleon found he was in the cart | 0:39:37 | 0:39:40 | |
# When he lost that Waterloo fight | 0:39:40 | 0:39:43 | |
# He gave his sword up to Wellington, the lord | 0:39:43 | 0:39:46 | |
# And he said, You British do fight | 0:39:46 | 0:39:49 | |
# Yes, you've won Waterloo, sir | 0:39:49 | 0:39:51 | |
# Now what am I having with you, sir?... # | 0:39:51 | 0:39:55 | |
All French, right? | 0:39:55 | 0:39:56 | |
-FRENCH ACCENT: -# What I want is a proper cup of coffee... # | 0:39:56 | 0:40:00 | |
Do your lip like that. | 0:40:00 | 0:40:01 | |
-AUDIENCE: -# Made in a proper copper coffee pot | 0:40:01 | 0:40:03 | |
# I may be off my dot | 0:40:03 | 0:40:06 | |
# But I want a cup of coffee from a proper coffee pot | 0:40:06 | 0:40:10 | |
# Tin coffee pots, iron coffee pots | 0:40:10 | 0:40:13 | |
# They're no use to me | 0:40:13 | 0:40:16 | |
# If I can't have a proper cup of coffee from a proper copper coffee pot | 0:40:16 | 0:40:20 | |
# I'll have a cup of tea. # | 0:40:20 | 0:40:22 | |
Very good, very good! There are some people not singing it quite right. | 0:40:22 | 0:40:25 | |
There's a lady down here was singing... | 0:40:25 | 0:40:28 | |
"If I can't have a proper cup of coffee, | 0:40:28 | 0:40:29 | |
"I'm going to ask the copper in for tea." | 0:40:29 | 0:40:32 | |
I wish you luck, madam! Yes! | 0:40:32 | 0:40:35 | |
A gentleman over there, I heard him singing, "What I want is | 0:40:35 | 0:40:37 | |
"a proper pint of porter, and put it in a proper pewter porter pot." | 0:40:37 | 0:40:41 | |
That might be interesting. I might develop that. | 0:40:41 | 0:40:43 | |
What I want is a proper pint of porter, | 0:40:43 | 0:40:45 | |
and put it in a proper pewter porter pot | 0:40:45 | 0:40:48 | |
Ooh! I may be off my dot | 0:40:48 | 0:40:50 | |
But I want a pint of porter in a proper pewter pot | 0:40:50 | 0:40:53 | |
Glass porter pots, brass porter pots | 0:40:53 | 0:40:55 | |
What are they about? | 0:40:55 | 0:40:56 | |
# If I can't have a proper pint of porter in a proper pewter porter pot | 0:40:56 | 0:40:59 | |
# I'll have a sip o' stout. # | 0:40:59 | 0:41:01 | |
Oh! Nearly made it! | 0:41:01 | 0:41:04 | |
Yes! A couple of oompahs! | 0:41:04 | 0:41:06 | |
BAND STRIKES UP | 0:41:06 | 0:41:07 | |
# In days of old, when nights and days were bold | 0:41:11 | 0:41:14 | |
# And whisky was much cheaper | 0:41:14 | 0:41:17 | |
# Dick Turpin rode up to a coffee stall | 0:41:17 | 0:41:19 | |
# And showed his pistol to the coffee-stall keeper | 0:41:19 | 0:41:22 | |
# Said he, Stand and deliver | 0:41:22 | 0:41:25 | |
# My goodness, I'm all of a shiver | 0:41:25 | 0:41:29 | |
# Now, what... | 0:41:29 | 0:41:31 | |
# ..I want is a proper cup of coffee | 0:41:31 | 0:41:34 | |
-# Made in a proper copper coffee pot -Lovely! | 0:41:34 | 0:41:37 | |
# I may be off my dot But I want... | 0:41:37 | 0:41:41 | |
# ..a proper coffee from a proper coffee pot... # | 0:41:41 | 0:41:43 | |
"Tin coffee pots." | 0:41:43 | 0:41:44 | |
-# Tin coffee pots... -..iron coffee pots | 0:41:44 | 0:41:47 | |
# They're no use to me | 0:41:47 | 0:41:50 | |
# If I can't have a proper cup of coffee from a proper copper coffee pot | 0:41:50 | 0:41:54 | |
# I'll have a cup of tea... # And again! | 0:41:54 | 0:41:55 | |
# Now, what I want is a proper cup of coffee! | 0:41:55 | 0:41:59 | |
# Made in a proper copper coffee pot | 0:41:59 | 0:42:02 | |
# I may be off my dot | 0:42:02 | 0:42:04 | |
# But I want a cup of coffee from a proper coffee pot | 0:42:04 | 0:42:07 | |
# Tin coffee pots, iron coffee pots | 0:42:07 | 0:42:10 | |
# They're no use to me | 0:42:10 | 0:42:11 | |
# If I can't have a proper cup of coffee from a proper copper coffee pot | 0:42:11 | 0:42:13 | |
-# I'll have a cup of tea! # -Hey! | 0:42:13 | 0:42:16 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:42:16 | 0:42:19 | |
Thank you! | 0:42:19 | 0:42:20 | |
If you can afford the coffee. | 0:42:28 | 0:42:31 | |
Stimulant Scottish sonorities, | 0:42:31 | 0:42:34 | |
doughtily distilled by the Players Theatre | 0:42:34 | 0:42:38 | |
and Mr Ian Wallace! | 0:42:38 | 0:42:41 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:42:41 | 0:42:43 | |
# I love a lassie, a bonnie, bonnie lassie | 0:43:11 | 0:43:14 | |
# She's as pure as the lily in the dell | 0:43:14 | 0:43:18 | |
# She's as sweet as the heather, the bonnie blooming heather | 0:43:18 | 0:43:23 | |
# Mary, ma Scots bluebell | 0:43:23 | 0:43:26 | |
# I love a lassie, a bonnie, bonnie lassie | 0:43:26 | 0:43:30 | |
# She's as pure as the lily in the dell | 0:43:30 | 0:43:34 | |
# She's as sweet as the heather, the bonnie, blooming heather | 0:43:34 | 0:43:38 | |
# Mary, ma Scots bluebell. # | 0:43:38 | 0:43:42 | |
# Just a wee deoch an doris Just a wee dram, that's all | 0:43:42 | 0:43:48 | |
# Just a wee deoch an doris Afore we gang awa' | 0:43:48 | 0:43:52 | |
# There's a wee wifie waiting in a wee but and ben | 0:43:52 | 0:43:57 | |
# If you can say "It's a braw, bright, moonlicht nicht" | 0:43:57 | 0:43:59 | |
# Then you're all richt, ye ken. # | 0:43:59 | 0:44:01 | |
# Oh, roaming in the gloaming | 0:44:01 | 0:44:05 | |
# By the bonnie banks of Clyde | 0:44:05 | 0:44:09 | |
# Roaming in the gloaming | 0:44:09 | 0:44:12 | |
# Wi' a lassie by my side | 0:44:12 | 0:44:15 | |
# When the sun has gone to rest | 0:44:15 | 0:44:18 | |
# That's the time that I love best | 0:44:18 | 0:44:22 | |
# Oh, it's lovely roaming in the gloaming. # | 0:44:22 | 0:44:28 | |
Now, I'll tell ye aboot that wee lassie, but of course, | 0:44:28 | 0:44:31 | |
at my age, I'm simply reminiscing. | 0:44:31 | 0:44:34 | |
# I love my Jean, my bonnie, bonnie Jean | 0:44:35 | 0:44:40 | |
# Oh, she's there if I so need her | 0:44:40 | 0:44:42 | |
# And she's only 17 | 0:44:42 | 0:44:44 | |
# Her hair is nice and crimpy | 0:44:44 | 0:44:47 | |
# And her cheeks are like the rose | 0:44:47 | 0:44:49 | |
# And she comes frae bonnie Scotland | 0:44:49 | 0:44:51 | |
# Where the bluebell grows. # | 0:44:51 | 0:44:54 | |
But, ye ken, even the best things come to an end. | 0:44:54 | 0:44:58 | |
# So we parted on the shore | 0:44:58 | 0:45:03 | |
# Yes, we parted on the shore | 0:45:03 | 0:45:08 | |
# I said goodbye | 0:45:08 | 0:45:11 | |
# For I'm off to Baltimore | 0:45:11 | 0:45:15 | |
# Then I kissed her on the ship | 0:45:15 | 0:45:19 | |
# And the crew began to roar | 0:45:19 | 0:45:24 | |
# Heavey-ho, heavey-ho | 0:45:24 | 0:45:27 | |
# And we parted on the shore. # | 0:45:27 | 0:45:31 | |
# Every road through life | 0:45:35 | 0:45:38 | |
# Is a long, long road | 0:45:38 | 0:45:41 | |
# Filled with joys and sorrows, too | 0:45:41 | 0:45:46 | |
# As you journey on, how your heart will yearn | 0:45:46 | 0:45:51 | |
# For the things most dear to you | 0:45:51 | 0:45:57 | |
# With wealth and love, tis so | 0:45:57 | 0:46:02 | |
# But onward we must go | 0:46:02 | 0:46:09 | |
# Keep right on to the end of the road | 0:46:09 | 0:46:13 | |
# Keep right on to the end | 0:46:13 | 0:46:17 | |
# Though the way be long Let your heart be strong | 0:46:17 | 0:46:23 | |
# Keep right on round the bend | 0:46:23 | 0:46:27 | |
# Though you're tired and weary, still journey on | 0:46:27 | 0:46:32 | |
# Till you come to your happy abode | 0:46:32 | 0:46:37 | |
# Where all the love You've been dreaming of | 0:46:37 | 0:46:45 | |
# Will be there | 0:46:45 | 0:46:48 | |
# At the end | 0:46:48 | 0:46:51 | |
# Of the road | 0:46:51 | 0:46:55 | |
# Keep right on to the end of the road | 0:46:55 | 0:47:00 | |
# Keep right on to the end | 0:47:00 | 0:47:05 | |
# Though the way be long Let your heart be strong | 0:47:05 | 0:47:10 | |
# Keep right on round the bend | 0:47:10 | 0:47:15 | |
# Though you're tired and weary, still journey on | 0:47:15 | 0:47:20 | |
# Till you come to your happy abode | 0:47:20 | 0:47:25 | |
# Where all your love You've been dreaming of | 0:47:25 | 0:47:33 | |
-# Will be there -Will be there | 0:47:33 | 0:47:37 | |
-# At the end -At the end | 0:47:37 | 0:47:40 | |
# Of the road | 0:47:40 | 0:47:43 | |
# At the end of the road! # | 0:47:43 | 0:47:48 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:47:48 | 0:47:52 | |
Now, there's just time to ask Mr Bernard Cribbins | 0:48:05 | 0:48:09 | |
and Mr Ian Wallace to lead the company and yourselves | 0:48:09 | 0:48:12 | |
in the last chorus for tonight, Down At The Old Bull And Bush. | 0:48:12 | 0:48:15 | |
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Bernard Cribbins, Mr Ian Wallace, | 0:48:15 | 0:48:18 | |
the entire company, Mr Bernard Herrmann, | 0:48:18 | 0:48:21 | |
the entire and indefatigable orchestra... | 0:48:21 | 0:48:24 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:48:24 | 0:48:26 | |
..but this time, chiefly... | 0:48:26 | 0:48:29 | |
..yourselves! | 0:48:29 | 0:48:32 | |
ALL: # Come, come, come and make eyes at me | 0:48:35 | 0:48:39 | |
# Down at the Old Bull and Bush | 0:48:39 | 0:48:41 | |
# Da-da da-da-da | 0:48:41 | 0:48:43 | |
# Come, come, drink some port wine with me | 0:48:43 | 0:48:47 | |
# Down at the Old Bull and Bush | 0:48:47 | 0:48:51 | |
# Hear the little German band Da da-da da-da-da-da | 0:48:51 | 0:48:54 | |
# Just let me hold your hand, dear | 0:48:54 | 0:48:58 | |
# Do come, come and have a drink or two | 0:48:58 | 0:49:02 | |
# Down at the Old Bull and Bush | 0:49:02 | 0:49:05 | |
# Bush, Bush! # | 0:49:05 | 0:49:07 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:49:07 | 0:49:09 | |
AUDIENCE CLAPS ALONG WITH MUSIC | 0:49:13 | 0:49:16 |