The Quaker Girl - Musical Numbers

Musical Numbers

music by Lionel Monckton and lyrics by Adrian Ross and Percy Greenbank, except as noted.

Act I
  • We've such a tale to tell – Chorus and Mrs. Lukyn
  • While our worthy village neighbours – Chorus of Quakers
  • Wonderful (O, Time, Time) – Princess Mathilde and Captain Charteris
  • A Runaway Match – Princess Mathilde, Phoebe, Charteris and Tony Chute
  • A Quaker Girl – Prudence
  • A bad boy and a good girl – Prudence and Tony
  • Tip-Toe – Princess Mathilde, Prudence, Madame Blum, Phoebe, Charteris, Tony and Chorus
  • Just As Father Used to Do – Jeremiah and Chorus of Girls
  • Finale Act I (It's the Wedding Day) – Princess Mathilde, Prudence and company
Act II
  • In this Abode (Fashion So Soon Dethrones) – Toinette and Chorus
  • Or Thereabouts! – Phoebe (Music by Hugo Felix)
  • On Revient de Chantilly – Chorus and Quartet
  • Ah Oui and The Little Grey Bonnet – Prudence
  • Come to the Ball – Prince Carlo and Chorus
  • A Dancing Lesson – Prudence and Tony
  • Barbizon – Princess Mathilde, Phoebe, Blum, Charteris and Jeremiah
  • Finale Act II – Tony and Company (some music and lyrics by Clifton Crawford)
Act III
  • Introduction and Dance
  • When We Are Rich – Phoebe and Jeremiah
  • A Wilderness and Thou – Princess Mathilde and Charteris
  • Tony, from America – Prudence
  • Something to Tell – Tony (Music and lyrics by Crawford)
  • The First Dance – Prudence and Tony
  • Finale Act II – Company

Monckton's Petticoats For Women was replaced by Or Thereabouts! which is a later interpolation, as was "Something to Tell".

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