Loverly:The Life and Times of My Fair Lady (Broadway Legacies) McHugh, Dominic (snow like ashes series txt) đź“–
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APPENDICES
APPENDIX 1 “WITHOUT YOU” (EARLY VERSIONS)
Copyist
There’ll be spring every year without you.
England still will be here without you.
There’ll be fruit on the tree and a shore by the sea;
There’ll be crumpets and tea without you!
I can thrill to a play without you;
Take a bath ev’ry day without you.
I can still have a dream and it’s liable to seem
Even more like a dream without you.
I can do without you!
The world without your smiling face,
Still will be a highly agreeable place!
They can still rule the land without you;
Windsor Castle will stand without you.
And without much ado
We can all muddle through without you!
Without your pulling it, the tide comes in.
Without your twirling it, the earth can spin.
Without your pushing them, the clouds roll by.
If they can do without you, ducky, so can I!
There’ll be fog ev’ry year without you;
When it clears, it’ll clear without you.
And there still will be rain on the plain down in Spain;
Even that will remain without you!
I can laugh till it hurts without you;
Order fat’ning desserts without you!
I can prosper and thrive, and be glad I’m alive;
Be the mother of five without you.
Bennett
There’ll be spring every year without you.
England still will be here without you.
There’ll be fruit on the tree and a shore by the sea;
There’ll be crumpets and tea without you!
I can thrill to a play without you;
Take a bath ev’ry day without you.
I can still have a dream and it’s liable to seem
Even more like a dream without you.
I can do without you!
The world without your smiling face,
Still will be a highly agreeable place!
They can still rule the land without you;
Windsor Castle will stand without you.
And without much ado
We can all muddle through without you!
Without your pulling it, the tide comes in.
Without your twirling it, the earth can spin.
Without your pushing them, the clouds roll by.
If they can do without you, ducky, so can I!
There’ll be fog ev’ry year without you;
When it clears, it’ll clear without you.
And there still will be rain on the plain down in Spain;
Even that will remain without you!
I can do without you!
You, dear friend, can jolly well
Plumb go straight to Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire!
I can carve out a niche without you!
Even scratch where I itch without you.
So go back in your shell, I can do bloody well without you!
(Higgins interrupts with “By George, I really did it!”)
I can do without you!
You, dear friend, can jolly well
Plumb go straight to Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire!
I can carve out a niche without you!
Even scratch where I itch without you.
So go back in your shell, I can do bloody well without …
(Higgins interrupts with “By George, I really did it!”)
APPENDIX 2 “WHY CAN’T THE ENGLISH?” (ORIGINAL VERSION)
Higgins
Look at her, a prisoner of the gutters;
Condemned by ev’ry syllable she utters.
By right she should be taken out and hung
For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue!
Daily her barbaric tribe increases,
Grinding our language into pieces.
Hear them down in Soho Square,
Dropping aitches everywhere,
Speaking English any way they like.
“You, sir, did you go to school?”
Cockney
“What d’you take me fer, a fool?”
Higgins
No-one taught him “take” instead of “tike.”
Hear a Yorkshireman converse,
Cornishmen are even worse,
A national ensemble singing flat.
Chickens cackling in a barn,
Just like this one.
Eliza
Garn!
Higgins
I can see the writing on the wall.
Soon we’ll have no language left at all!
Why can’t the English teach their children how to speak?
In every other nation
They stress pronunciation.
In France, mispronounce a word
And the French are fit to kill,
And frequently add it to your bill.
Rumanians learn Rumanian although why remains a riddle;
Hungarians learn Hungarian once they’ve learned to play the fiddle.
But well-spoken English you will hardly ever get!
Oh why can’t the English learn to
Set a good example to people whose English is painful to your ears?
Canadians pulverise it
In Ireland they despise it.
There even are places where English completely disappears.
Americans haven’t used it for years.
Why can’t the English teach their
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