Du Barry Was A Lady - Songs

Songs

In an early shared credit, the songwriting duo of Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane handled the vocal arrangements for the original Broadway production.

Act I
  • Where's Louie? - Ensemble
  • Ev'ry Day's a Holiday - Harry Norton, Alice Barton and Ensemble
  • It Ain't Etiquette - His Most Royal Majesty, The King of France and Vi Hennessey
  • When Love Beckoned - Mme. La Comtesse du Barry
  • Come On In - Mme. La Comtesse du Barry and Ensemble
  • Dream Song - Four Internationals
  • Mesdames and Messieurs - Dames de la Coeur
  • Gavotte - Alice Barton and Ensemble
  • But in the Morning, No! - Mme. La Comtesse du Barry and His Most Royal Majesty, The King of France
  • Do I Love You? - Alex Barton and Mme. La Comtesse du Barry
  • Do I Love You (Reprise) - Mme. La Comtesse du Barry and Zamore
  • DuBarry Was a Lady - Entire Company
Act II
  • Give Him the Ooh-La-La - Mme. La Comtesse du Barry
  • Well, Did You Evah! - Alice Barton and Harry Norton
  • It Was Written in the Stars - Alex Barton and Ensemble
  • L'Apres Midi d'un Boeuf - Charley and Zamore
  • Katie Went to Haiti - Mme. La Comtesse du Barry and Ensemble
  • Katie Went to Haiti (Reprise) - Alex Barton and Mme. La Comtesse du Barry
  • Friendship - Mme. La Comtesse du Barry and His Most Royal Majesty, The King of France

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