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Dick Barton

A Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

Updated 02/03/24

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Daphne: That certain night, the night we met, There was magic abroad in the air, There were angels dining at the Ritz Jock: And a nightingale sang in Berkeley square I may be right, I may be wrong But I'm perfectly willing to swear That when you turned and smiled at me Daphne: A nightingale sang in Berkeley square. Jock: The moon that lingered over London town Laughed at our little rendezvous, How could a rough and ready lad like me Be talking wi' a lass like you? Daphne: Your words are coarse, your accent's queer Jock/Daphne: We're a quite incom patible pair But as we stood and said goodnight A nightingale sang in Berkeley square. Daphne: When dawn came stealing with its golden charms I longed to linger in your arms, You turned and spoke to me, that way you do, (scottish accent.) 'You bonny lass, och aye the noo !' Jock: My homeward step was just as light As the shortbread of granny mcnair, and like an echo far away Jock/Daphne: A nightingale sang in Berkeley square. PRESS PAUSE ( the tune is not resolved. the phone rings.) Daphne: (Spoken)Perhaps that's Mr Barton now. (Jock answers the phone.) Jock: it's for you. (Daphne takes the receiver.) Daphne: Daphne Fritters - I see, thank you Charlton. (she hangs up.) That was our butler. he told me that father has sent a message urging me to send a trusty friend with money and supplies to his hiding place in the darkest East End. Jock: Fear not Daphne i shall be that trusty friend. . Daphne: Oh would you Jock. I'd go myself but you hear such stories of the East End. Strong drink, loose morals and jellied eels. besides I'm a girl. Jock: Just leave everything to me. (he puts on a Barton mac and trilby.) how do I look? Daphne: My hero, every inch Dick Barton. Jock: No, no lassie from now on it's Rick Tartan. Daphne: I'm the luckiest gal in the British Empire. RRSUME PLAYING Jock/Daphne: That certain night, the night we met, There was magic abroad in the air, There were angels dining at the Ritz And a nightingale sang in Berkeley square I know 'cause I was there That night in Berkeley square -