Fagin sends the boys out to pick pockets, with Oliver under the
Dodger's watchful tutelage.
FAGIN: Good luck on your first job, Oliver, my dear. I shall be
waiting for you 'ere when you come back.
You can go, but be back soon.
You can go, but while you're working
This place, I'm pacing 'round
Until you're home, safe and sound.
Fare thee well, but be back soon.
Who can tell where danger's lurking?
Do not forget this tune: be back soon.
BOYS: How could we forget
How could we let
Our dear old Fagin worry?
We love him so,
We'll come back home
In, oh, such a great big hurry.
DODGER: It's him that pays the piper.
BOYS: It's us that pipes his tune.
So long, fare thee well,
Pip! Pip! Cheerio!
We'll be back soon.
FAGIN: You can go but be back soon.
You can go, but bring back plenty
Of pocket handkerchieves;
And you should be clever thieves.
Whip it quick, and be back soon.
There's a sixpence here for twenty:
Ain't that a lovely tune?
Be back soon.
DODGER: Our pockets'll hold
A watch of gold
That chimes upon the hour.
BOYS: A wallet fat
An old man's hat
The crown jewels from the tower.
We know the Bow Street Runners,
DODGER: But they don't know this tune:
ALL: So long, fare thee well.
Pip! Pip! Cheerio!
We'll be back soon.
FAGIN: Cheerio, but be back soon.
I dunno, somehow I'll miss you.
I love you, that's why I
Say, "Cheerio"
Not goodbye.
Don't be gone long
Be back soon.
Give me one long last look, bless you.
Remember our old tune: be back soon!
BOYS: We must disappear,
We'll be back here,
Today, perhaps tomorrow.
We'll miss you too
It's sad but true
That parting is such sweet sorrow.
And when we're in the distance
You'll hear this whispered tune:
So long, fare thee well
Pip! Pip! Cheerio!
We'll be back soon.
FAGIN: BOYS :
Cheerio, but be back soon.
I dunno, somehow I'll miss you
I love you, that why I
Say, "Cheerio"
Not goodbye.
Don't be gone long
Be back soon.
Give me one long, last look, bless you.
Remember our old tune:
Be back soon!
We must disappear,
We'll be back here,
Today, perhaps tomorrow.
We'll miss you too;
It's sad but true
That parting is such sweet sorrow.
And when we're in the distance
You'll hear this whispered tune:
So long, fare thee well
Pip! Pip! Cheerio!
We'll be back soon.
And when we're in the distance
You'll hear this whispered tune:
So long, fare thee well,
Pip! Pip! Cheerio!
BOYS and FAGIN: We'll be back soon.
DODGER: So long, fare thee well,
Pip! Pip! Cheerio!
We'll be back soon.
BOYS: So long, fare thee well,
Pip! Pip! Cheerio!
BOYS and FAGIN We'll be back soon
DODGER: So long, Fagin.
FAGIN: Dodger, if you happen to pass the Tower of London,
have a look at the Crown Jewels, won't you, boy?
DODGER: Alright, ta ra!
Out on the street, Mr. Brownlow's pocket is picked by one of the boys
and Oliver is mistakenly accused, chased and captured for the Act I
cliffhanger.
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