Monologue

Song Monologue from She Stoops to Conquer

From She Stoops to Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith

any · comedic · 1:30 min

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Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain With grammar, and nonsense, and learning, Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives GENUS a better discerning. Let them brag of their heathenish gods, Their Lethes, their Styxes, and Stygians, Their Quis, and their Quaes, and their Quods, They’re all but a parcel of Pigeons. Toroddle, toroddle, toroll. When methodist preachers come down, A-preaching that drinking is sinful, I’ll wager the rascals a crown, They always preach best with a skinful. But when you come down with your pence, For a slice of their scurvy religion, I’ll leave it to all men of sense, But you, my good friend, are the Pigeon. Toroddle, toroddle, toroll. Then come, put the jorum about, And let us be merry and clever, Our hearts and our liquors are stout, Here’s the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever. Let some cry up woodcock or hare, Your bustards, your ducks, and your widgeons; But of all the GAY birds in the air, Here’s a health to the Three Jolly Pigeons. Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.

About this piece

The character sings a lighthearted song celebrating the joys of drinking and camaraderie, contrasting it with the pretentiousness of formal education and religious preaching.

20s · joy · freedom · identity · celebration

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