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2012 Broadway revival
The Mystery of Edwin Drood - Out on a Limerick Lyrics
The song is written by Rupert Holmes.
Rosa:
Thank God for that.
The sheep has been sheared!
I don’t know how men live
Through heat with a beard.
Gladly I shed
This tent of a coat.
My explanation
I now emote!
My motive in taking the role
Of a wigg?d and white-whiskered soul
Was to ably disguise
My most feminine size
When I’d take an inquiring stroll.
For strangers who’ll chat with a chap
And reveal this and that in a snap
Are remarkably leery
Of women who query
Too much; it’s a great handicap.
So this disguise saw me through it!
Playing the part of a man!
Really, there’s nothing much to it.
Most any animal can,
Climbing out on a limerick,
Out on a limerick,
Out on a limerick air.
I found a theatrical kit,
And as Datchery I did my bit.
So to clear Neville’s name.
(I confess to my shame
‘Twas for vengeance as well, I admit.)
I followed John Jasper high-low,
Found the dens he descends to below,
And when he surfaced here
‘Twas immediately clear:
My suspicions were quite apropos.
So I crept to the lodgings of Jasper,
Dressed in this garb (what a sight!)
There I found my mother’s clasp—
The one I gave Edwin that night.
Jasper took it from Ned
After hurling him dead
Towards the weir riverbed, I suppose!
Rosa Bud – Datchery – knows!
And the proof is quite clear,
Let us bring Jasper here
To be tried and then tied up and strung!
And from this limerick,
Let him be hung!
Neville:
Thank God for that!
I gladly unmask.
To wear this coat in June
Is too great a task.
There lies Dick Datch’ry,
Born on a whim.
We can dispense with
Last rites for him!
My motive in taking the role
Of a wigg?d and white-whiskered soul
Was to get myself back
To the city, and track
Down the culprit. With that as my goal,
I had also intended to find
Just what Jasper had had on his mind,
Much too eager is he
That all Cloisterham see
Me the murderer – God, are they blind!
All of these people suspicious
That I had killed Edwin Drood,
And with their anger so vicious,
I wore this costume so crude,
Stepping out on a limerick,
Out on a limerick,
Out on a limerick air!
I found a theatrical kit,
And as Datchery I did my bit.
So to clear my good name
From the blemish of blame.
(‘Twas for Helena, too, I admit.)
I followed John Jasper high low,
Found the dens he descends to below,
And when Puffer came here
‘Twas immediately clear:
My suspicions were quite apropos.
So I crept in the lodgings of Jasper,
Dressed in this garb (what a sight!)
There I found Rosa Bud’s clasp—
Her mother’s she gave Drood that night!
Jasper took it from Ned
After hurling him dead
Towards the weir riverbed, I suppose!
Tell him that Datchery knows!
And the proof is quite clear,
Let us bring Jasper here
To be tried and then tied up and strung!
And from this limerick,
Let him be hung!
[Thanks to Liza for lyrics]
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The Mystery of Edwin Drood the Musical Lyrics
SYNOPSIS
There You Are
A Man Could Go Quite Mad
Two Kinsmen
Moonfall Quartet
The Wages of Sin
Moonfall
Ceylon
Both Sides of the Coin
Perfect Strangers
No Good Can Come from Bad
Never The Luck
Off to the Races
Settling Up the Score
Don't Quit While You're Ahead
The Garden Path to Hell
Out on a Limerick
Jasper's Confession
Rosa's Confession
Puffer's Confession
The Writing on the Wall
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