Back To Babes in Toyland–Romance and Lullabies
We have four more songs for you, some of which you may know, all of which come from the London recording that we have been featuring in our earlier posts: “Barney O’Flynn,” “Go to Sleep,” “Toyland” and “Jane, Jane, Jane.”
First up is the song, “Barney O’Flynn.”
MARY: He’s a lad from County Clare,
(‘Tis the wild ones come from there)
And be sure ‘tis in his coat a rogue you’ll see
O’er the girls he casts a spell,
Oh, I know that very well
(For bechune us from that spell I am not free!) T
here’s no colleen in the land
Could his iliquince withstand
Should he spake to her as he has spoke to me!
MARY & CHORUS:
Me heart have ye stole, yure the thief of me soul,
Me sinses ye have taken, too
Both fair Troyan Helen an’ Vaymus excellin’
They’d ne’er hold a rush light to you
Mavourneen! Mavourneen! S
ure one kiss would be no sin, For I love you, Alanna,
Your slave is poor Barney O’Flynn!
MARY:
‘Tis no rest or peace I know
An’ I often bid him go
For to one I’m sure he never could be true
But he answers, “Ah, mavrone
Faith ‘tis you I love alone
Wid your tresses all of gold and eyes so blue!”
Thin before he laves me door
I’ve forgiven him once more,
For wid blarney such as his what can you do!
Next, we have a song that is so hauntingly beautiful that I am afraid it will float away of its own accord. It is called, “Go to Sleep.”
JANE: See that shadow sway!
ALAN: There is nothing, dear.
JANE: You must near me stay!
ALAN: I am watching here
JANE: Hark, the fairies call!
ALAN: No, that cannot be.
JANE: See that ogre tall!
ALAN: ‘Tis a cypress tree
TREE SPIRITS: Go to sleep
Slumber deep!
Little one, oh sleep,
While watch we keep
Dream and rest,
That is best
Till you hear the morning song from bough and nest!
JANE: Look what’s passing by!
ALAN: I can nothing see.
JANE: I could really cry!
ALAN: Come then close to me.
JANE: Is the morning near?
ALAN: ‘Tis not far away
JANE: Much the night I fear!
ALAN: Soon will dawn the day.
Listen to Korliss Uecker and Hugh Panaro:
Next up, we have a song that we learned to sing as children; it is called “Toyland.”
TOYMAKER:
When you’ve grown up, my dears
And are as old as I
You’ll often ponder on the years
That roll so swiftly by
My dears, that roll so swiftly by
And of the many lands
You will have journed through,
You’ll oft recall
The best of all
The land your childhood knew
Your childhood knew.
TOYMAKER & PIPER CHILDREN:
Toyland! Toyland!
Little girl and boy land
While you dwell within it
You are ever happy then
Childhood’s joyland
Mystic, merry toyland
Once you pass its borders
You can ne’er return again
TOYMAKER:
When you’ve grown up, my dears
There comes a dreary day
When ‘mid the locks of black appears
The first pale gleam of gray
My dears, the first pale gleam of gray
Then of the past you’ll dream
As gray haired grown-ups do
And seek once more Its phantom shore
The land your childhood knew!
Your childhood knew.
Finally, we have the romantic sounding song called “Jane, Jane, Jane.”
JANE:
Oh a sailor’s my true love,
And never a new love
Will win his heart from me
Though beauties entrancing,
Alluringly glancing W
ill win him o’er the sea
For it’s all sorts of girlies he’ll meet
The dashing, the tender, the sweet
But as to each maidie
He shakes a daydaydie
This answer he will repeat
JANE, ALAN & CHORUS:
Jane, Jane, Jane!
She is the girl who is waiting for me!
Jane, Jane, Jane!
True to my sweetheart I’m going to be.
Vain, vain, vain!
All of your efforts to lead us apart,
Jane, jane, jane!
‘Tis her name reigns supreme in my heart!
JANE:
There is one that he’ll meet with
Who’s hard to compete with
The over timid maid
Who trembles and shivers,
And shudders and quivers
Of ev’rything afraid
When to soothe her unending alarm
She’ll rush to his sheltering arm
The way he’ll receive her
Will startle and grieve her
He’ll tell her in accents calm
There’s the girl who can flatter
With sugary patter
And deep adoring gaze
Whenever you find her,
The men trail behind her,
The poor things can’t stand praise
When to capture my true love she’ll try
By praising him up to the sky
In spite of her cooing
There’ll be nothing doing
For to her he will reply
Here again is Korliss Uecker and Hugh Panaro: