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The Small House Of Uncle Thomas - Rita Moreno lyrics

[Tuptim]
Your majesty, and honorable guests
I beg to put before you "Small House of Uncle Thomas".

[Chorus]
We beg to put before you Small House of Uncle Thomas.
Small House of Uncle Thomas,
Small House of Uncle Thomas,
Written by a woman name Harriet Beecher Stowa.

[Tuptim]
House is in Kingdom of Kentucky, ruled by most wicked king in all America,
Simon of Legree.

Your Majesty, I beg to put before you loving friends.

Uncle Thomas

[Chorus]
Dear old Uncle Thomas.

[Tuptim]
Little Eva.

[Chorus]
Blessed Little Eva.

[Tuptim]
Little Topsy.

[Chorus]
Mischief maker, Topsy.

[Tuptim]
Happy people

[Chorus]
Very happy people.

[Tuptim]
Happy, Happy, Happy people.
Your majesty, I beg to put before you, one who is not happy.
The slave Eliza.

[Chorus]
Poor Eliza,
Poor Eliza,
Poor unfortunate slave.

[Tuptim]
Eliza's lord and master, King Simon of Legree!
She hates her lord and master, and fears him.
This king has sold her lover to far away province of Oheeo.

Lover's name is George.

[Chorus]
George

[Tuptim]
Baby in her arms, also called George.

[Chorus]
George

[Tuptim]
Eliza say she run away and look for lover George.

[Chorus]
George

[Tuptim]
So she bid goodbye to friends and start on her escape.

“The Escape”.

[Chorus]
Run Eliza,
Run from Simon.

[Tuptim]
Poor Eliza running and run into the rain storm.

Comes a mountain.

[Chorus]
Climb Eliza.

[Tuptim]
Eliza lose her way in forest.

[Chorus]
Frightening forest.

[Tuptim]
Poor Eliza.

[Chorus]
Poor Eliza, Poor Eliza, Poor Eliza,
Poor Eliza, Poor Eliza, Poor Eliza.

[Tuptim]
Eliza very tired.

Your majesty, I regret to put before you King Simon of Legree!

Because one slave has run away,
Simon beating ev'ry slave.

Simon clever man,
He decide to hunt Eliza, not only with soldiers, but with scientific dogs who sniff and smell and thereby discover all who run from king!

[Chorus]
Run Eliza, run.
Run Eliza, run.
Run from Simon run.

Run Eliza, run run.
Run from Simon, run run.
Poor Eliza.
Run from Simon.
Eliza run, run.
Eliza run from Simon, run.

Run from Simon.
Run Eliza run run, ah-h-h.

[Tuptim]
Eliza come to river.
Eliza come to river.

[Chorus]
Poor Eliza.

[Tuptim]
Who can save her?!

[Chorus]
Only Buddha.
Save her Buddha, save her.
What will Buddha do?

[Tuptim]
Buddha make a miracle!
Buddha send an angel down.
Angel make the wind blow cold,
Make the river water hard, hard enough to walk upon.

[Chorus]
Buddha make a miracle.
Praise to Buddha.

[Tuptim]
Angel show her how to walk ton frozen water.

Now as token of his love, Buddha send a new miracle.

[Chorus]
Praise to Buddha.

[Tuptim]
Send from heaven stars and blossoms.
Look like lace upon the sky.

[Chorus]-while Tuptim is talking
Praise to Buddha, Praise to Buddha, Praise to Buddha

[Chorus]
Praise to Buddha, Praise to Buddha.

[Tuptim]
So Eliza cross the river, hidden by this veil of lace.
Forgot to tell you name of miracle, "Snow".

Of a sudden she can see
Wicked Simon of Legree.

Sliding cross the river fast.
With his bloodhounds and his slaves.

What has happened to the river?
Buddha has called out the sun!

[Chorus]
Buddha has called out the sun!
Sun has made the water soft.
Wicked Simon and his slaves,
Fall in river and are drowned.

[Tuptim]
Everybody celebrate death of Simon and Eliza make happy reunion with
Dear Old Uncle Thomas

Blessed Little Eva.

Mischief Maker Topsy.

And Faithful Lover George,
who is looking like angel to Eliza.

Topsy glad the Simon die, Topsy dance for joy.
I tell you what Harriet Beecher Stowa say that Topsy say.

I specks I'se de wickedest critter in de world!

But I do not believe that Topsy is wicked critter.
Because I too am glad for death of King.
Of any King who pursue a slave who is unhappy, and who try to escape.

And your majesty,
I wish to say to you,
I beg of you!
(King snaps)

Your majesty, and honorable guests,
I will tell you end of story. Is very sad ending, with sacrifice.
[Chorus]
Poor little Eva,
Poor little Eva,
Poor unfortunate child.

[Tuptim]
Is Buddha's wish that Eva come to him and thank him personally for saving of Eliza and baby. And so she die and go to arms of Buddha.

[Chorus]- While Tuptim is talking
Poor little Eva.
Poor little Eva.
Poor Unfortunate child.

[Chorus]
Praise to Buddha,
Praise to Buddha.

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