Jane Eyre
Ruth Wilson, Toby Stephens, Lorraine Ashbourne, Pam Ferris, Ned Irish
by Sandy Welch from Jane Eyre
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Oranges and Sunshine
Hugo Weaving, Emily Watson, David Wenham, Tara Morice, Lorraine Ashbourne, Clayton Watson, Ruth Rickman, Greg Stone, Russell Dykstra
by Rona Munro from Oranges and Sunshine (2010)
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Toby
There was once a boy called toby
'named Toby at his birth'
But after eating a potato that he hand reared from the earth
He doubted he was toby even toby from afar
And ridiculed he failed at school
After many a taunting hour of,
'Toby or not Toby? '
He learnt the soliloquy by heart
And having no answer to the question
Changed his name to 'Hamlet'
And became a 'movie star! '
poem by Yvette Smith
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The Machine
Caity Lotz, Toby Stephens, Sam Hazeldine, Denis Lawson, Lee Nicholas Harris, Pooneh Hajimohammadi, Helen Griffin
by Caradog W. James from The Machine (2013)
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Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Oh out near stonehenge, I lived alone
Oh out near gamehendge, I chafed a bone
Wilson, king of prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, duke of lizards, I beg it all trune for you
Talk my duke a mountain, helping friendly book
Inasfar as fiefdom, I think you bad crook
Wilson, king of prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, duke of lizards, I beg it all trune for you
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
I talked to mike christian, rog and pete the same
When we had that meeting, over down near game(henge)
Wilson, king of prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, duke of lizards, I beg it all trune for you
You got me back thinkin that youre the worst one
I must inquire, wilson, can you still have fun?
Wilson, can you still have fun?
Wilson, can you still have fun?
Wilson
song performed by by Phish
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13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi
Pablo Schreiber, John Krasinski, David Denman, Toby Stephens, Max Martini, James Badge Dale, David Costabile
by Chuck Hogan from 13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi (2016)
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13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi [trailer 2]
Pablo Schreiber, John Krasinski, David Denman, Toby Stephens, Max Martini, James Badge Dale, David Costabile
by Chuck Hogan from 13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi (2016)
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Ballad: Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree
1
'Are you ready for your steeple-chase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree?
Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree,
You're booked to ride your capping race to-day at Coulterlee,
You're booked to ride Vindictive, for all the world to see,
To keep him straight, to keep him first, and win the run for me.
Barum, Barum,' etc.
2
She clasped her new-born baby, poor Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree,
'I cannot ride Vindictive, as any man might see,
And I will not ride Vindictive, with this baby on my knee;
He's killed a boy, he's killed a man, and why must he kill me?'
3
'Unless you ride Vindictive, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree,
Unless you ride Vindictive to-day at Coulterlee,
And land him safe across the brook, and win the blank for me,
It's you may keep your baby, for you'll get no keep from me.'
4
'That husbands could be cruel,' said Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree,
'That husbands could be cruel, I have known for seasons three;
But oh! to ride Vindictive while a baby cries for me,
And be killed across a fence at last for all the world to see!'
5
She mastered young Vindictive-Oh! the gallant lass was she,
And kept him straight and won the race as near as near could be;
But he killed her at the brook against a pollard willow-tree,
Oh! he killed her at the brook, the brute, for all the world to see,
And no one but the baby cried for poor Lorraine, Lorree.
Last poem written in illness.
Colorado, U.S.A.
June 1874.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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Toby
Hey, Toby, Toby, Toby!—Dead?
The silence is a flood
That closes, choking, overhead,
And chills the living blood.
The leaping friend, whose jolly bark
Was greeting every night,
No more to thrill the summer dark
With welcome of delight?
Beside his grave I bend the knee,
And O, my eyes are dim.
He hunted for the dog in me:
I found the man in him.
poem by John Le Gay Brereton
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Lorraine
"Are you ready for your steeplechase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree?
Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree.
You’re booked to ride your capping race to-day at Coulterlee,
You’re booked to ride Vindictive, for all the world to see,
To keep him straight, and keep him first, and win the run for me."
Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree.
She clasp'd her newborn baby, poor Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorrèe,
Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree.
"I cannot ride Vindictive, as any man might see,
And I will not ride Vindictive, with this baby on my knee;
He 's kill'd a boy, he 's kill'd a man, and why must he kill me?"
"Unless you ride Vindictive, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree,
Unless you ride Vindictive to-day at Coulterlee,
And land him safe across the brook, and win the blank for me,
It 's you may keep your baby, for you 'll get no keep from me."
"That husbands could be cruel," said Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorrèe,
"That husbands could be cruel, I have known for seasons three;
But oh, to ride Vindictive while a baby cries for me,
And be kill'd across a fence at last for all the world to see!"
She master'd young Vindictive — O, the gallant lass was she!
And kept him straight and won the race as near as near could be;
But he kill'd her at the brook against a pollard willow tree;
Oh! he kill'd her at the brook, the brute, for all the world to see,
And no one but the baby cried for poor Lorraine, Lorree.
poem by Charles Kingsley (1874)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Darling Lorraine
Words & music by paul simon
The first time I saw her
I couldnt be sure
But the sin of impatience
Said, shes just what youre looking for
So I walked right up to her
And with the part or me that talks
I introduced myself as frank
From new york new york
Shes so hot
Shes so cool
Im not
Im just a fool in love with darling lorraine
All my life Ive been a wanderer
Not really, I mostly lived near my parents home
Anyway lorraine and I got married
And the usual marriage stuff
Then one day she says to me
From out of the blue
Frank, Ive had enough
Romance is a heartbreaker
Im not meant to be a homemaker
And Im tired of being darling lorraine
What - you dont love me anymore?
What - youre walking out the door?
What - you dont like the way I chew?
Hey let me tell you
Youre not the woman that I wed
You say youre depressed but youre not
You just like to stay in bed
I dont need you darling lorraine
Darling lorraine
Lorraine
I long for your love
Financially speaking
I guess Im a washout
Everybodys buy and sell
And sell and buy and
And thats what the whole things all about
If it had not been for lorraine
Id have left here long ago
I should have been a musician
I love the piano
Shes so light
Shes so free
Im tight, well, thats me
But I feel so good
With darling lorraine
On christmas morning frank awakes
To find lorraine has made a stack of pancakes
They watch the television, husband and wife
All afternoon its a wonderful life
What - you dont love me anymore?
What - youre walking out the door?
What - you dont like the way I chew?
Hey let me tell you
Youre not the woman that I wed
Gimme my robe Im going back to bed
Im sick to death of you lorraine
Darling lorraine
Lorraine
Her hands like wood
The doctor was smiling
But the news wasnt good
Darling lorraine
Please dont leave me yet
I know youre in pain
Pain you cant forget
Your breathing is like an echo of our love
Maybe Ill go down to the corner store
And buy us something sweet
Heres an extra blanket honey
To wrap around your feet
All the trees were washed with april rain
And the moon in the meadow
Took darling lorraine
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Sweet Lorraine
(mitchell parish, cliff burwell)
Just found joy
I'm as happy as a baby boy, baby boy
With another brand new choo-choo choy
When i met my sweet lorraine, lorraine, lorraine.
A pair of eyes
That are brighter tham the summer sky
When you see them, you'll realize
Why i love my sweet lorraine.
Now when it's rainin',
I don't miss the sun
Because it's in my baby's smile, whoa ho
And to think that i'm the lucky one
That will lead her down the aisle, whoa ho ho
Each night i pray
That no one will steal her heart away
I can't wait until that lucky day
When i marry sweet lorraine.
~interlude~
Now when it's rainin'
I don't miss the sun
Because it's in my baby's smile, whoa ho
And to think that i'm the lucky one
That will lead her down the aisle, whoa ho ho
Each night i pray
That no one will steal her heart away
I can't wait until that lucky day
When i marry sweet lorraine.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Toby cat
Tobyis a cat he will sleep any ware even on a chair if he could in the air
Toby is not a rat he is cat who has a mate called pat
Who is like a bat but actually a cat named pat
Toby is a cat who sleeps on my head when in a bead im his ted
He likes to pick his chick (tick tick tick) gobble
He sleeps and creeps if he's sad he also weeps
He claws his paws
He likes tuna Hes just like a puma
Toby is a cat
poem by by unknown author
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Great Women - Young and Old
The lights of Bethlehem still burn,
For Ruth’s mother-in-law to return.
Since her unfettered faith, so strong,
Convinced Ruth, with her, to come along.
Facing bravely the consequences of God’s plan,
Ruth, with Naomi, went to the Promised Land.
To live on in Bethlehem was their decision,
Both seeking to receive God’s provision.
God doesn’t stop being God in adversity
Is what Naomi taught Ruth to believe.
So there in Bethlehem, Ruth sought for a man
To help her with the consequences of God’s plan.
And Boaz of Bethlehem, Naomi’s rich kinsman,
Found Ruth to be both charming and winsome.
So he shared with Ruth the bounty of his field,
When he learned her faith, though foreign, was real.
Thus they became one with the grace of God’s will
And with a prophecy of God their duty to fulfill.
Ruth’s faith in Naomi’s God found reinforcement
While lovelorn Naomi was freed of her resentment.
God’s will it was to give Ruth and Boaz a boy,
And for Naomi to restore her spiritual joy.
poem by Albert Price
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Locke
Tom Hardy, Ruth Wilson, Andrew Scott, Ben Daniels, Tom Holland, Olivia Colman, Alice Lowe
by Steven Knight from Locke (2013)
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Locke [trailer 2]
Tom Hardy, Ruth Wilson, Andrew Scott, Ben Daniels, Tom Holland, Olivia Colman, Alice Lowe
by Steven Knight from Locke (2013)
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Carnival In Kenora
Twinkle, twinkle what a pity
All alone on such a pretty night
With enchantment on your side.
Popcorn, popcorn, cotton candy,
Soft voice whispers,
This can all be right
If youll come and share a ride.
Carnival in kenora!
I let him take me for a ride
On a giant ferris wheel.
Up in the neon sky
Or far from the barkers cry
One kiss can sometimes
Make you feel like a
Spinning ferris wheel.
All the tents are taken down now;
All thats left is scuffled ground now;
Still the magic echoes in the sand.
Popcorn, popcorn, cotton candy,
Now a stranger takes my hand,
We smile and the magic understands.
Carnival in kenora!
I let him take me for a ride
On a giant ferris wheel.
Up in the neon sky
Or far from the barkers cry
One kiss can sometimes
Make you feel like a
Spinning ferris wheel
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Wild Child
I was talkin to chuck in his genghis khan suit
And his wizards hat
He spoke of his movie and how he was makin
A new sound track
And then we spoke of kids on the coast
And different types of organic soap
And the way suicides dont leave notes
Then we spoke of lorraine
Always back to lorraine
I was speakin to phil who was given to pills
And small racing cars
He had given them up since his last crack-up
Had carried him too far
Then we spoke of the movies and verse
And the way an actress held her purse
And the way life at times can get worse
Then we spoke of lorraine
Always back to lorraine
Ah, shes a wild child
And nobody can get at her
Shes a wild child
Oh, and nobody can get to her
Sleepin out on the street
Oh, livin all alone
Without a house or a home
And then she asked you, please
Hey, baby, can I have some spare change
Oh, can I break your heart?
Shes a wild child, shes a wild child
I was talkin to betty about her auditions
How they made her ill
But life is the theater, is certainly fraught
With many spills and chills
But shed come down after some wine
Which is what happens most of the time
Then we sat and both spoke in rhymes
Till we spoke of lorraine
Ah, always back to lorraine
I was talking to ed whod been reported dead
By mutual friends
He thought it was funny that I had no money
To spend on him
So we both shared a piece of sweet cheese
And sang of our lives and our dreams
And how things can come apart at the seams
And we talk of lorraine
Always back to lorraine
Shes a wild child
Oh, and nobody can get at her
Shes a wild child
Oh, and nobody can get to her
Sleepin out on the street
Oh, livin all alone
Without a house or a home
And then she asked you, please,
Oh, baby, can I have some spare change
Now can I break your heart?
Shes a wild child, shes a wild child
song performed by by Lou Reed
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If You're Lucky Enough To Be Irish
If you're lucky enough to be Irish
Then you're lucky enough they say.
I count my Irish blessings,
As I breathe the air each day.
When I'm somewhere o'er the water
Not walking Erin's shore,
I know my resting place will be
In Ireland for evermore.
I have Irish songs on my lips,
And Irish blood in my veins,
So I tell you I'm lucky to be Irish,
And I'll keep telling you over again.
I'm lucky enough to be Irish.
My children who walk by my side,
Will I hope, too feel the calling,
And someday walk Erin's fields wide.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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Dumb Blonde - Smart Blonde
There was a dumb blonde named Lorraine
Who stood too close to a train.
—It went by so fast
—It tore off her ass
And now she ain't got no brain!
There was a smart blonde named Ruth
Who said, 'By God, it's the truth.
—Everyone makes fun
—'Cause my hair's like the sun
And they all think I'm dumb, for sooth.
But I'm really very smart
I just like to play the part.
—I pretend to be slow
—And fool them, you know
And I get what I want, it's an art.
Men don't like to be aware
That their girlfriends have brains up there
—So just ply me with things
—Like big diamond rings
And you can think what you like, I swear.'
poem by George Hunter
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One Irish Rover
Tell me the story now
Now that its over
Wrap it in glory
For one irish rover
Tell me you wiser now
Tell me you older
Wrap it in glory
For one irish rover
Bridge:
I can tell by the light in your eye
That youre so far away
Like a ship out on the sea
Without a sail, youve gone astray
Tell me the facts real straight
Dont make me over
Make it come out alright
And wrap it in glory
For one irish rover
For one irish rover
One irish rover
One irish rover
song performed by by Van Morrison
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