Pocahontas 2: Journey to a New World Page #2

This was a good idea, wasn't it?

This will be fine!

Fantastic.

- All hands on deck!

Anchor ahoy!

- Undo the sails!

- Aye, sir!

Ah-nah, Father.

All right, of course, yes.

Swab the deck. Swab the deck.

I mean that's all we do

around here.

It's always clean anyway. I mean,

what are we swabbing the deck for?

It looks clean to me down here.

I don't see any dirt.

Swabbing the deck--

I'm swabbing!

- Did anybody notice I'm swabbing?

Hey! Hey!

What is that? What's goin'--

-Get him! That's it!

- Uh!

- Doh!

Oh, Meeko! What are you doing here?

What's all this then?

Look, missy, I don't

cotton to stowaways,

and I'll not have you

disruptin' my crew.

You can take

this voyage below...

or in the brig.

- You're-- - A guest of the king,

and is to be treated as such.

Am I clear, Captain?

Wh-Why would you do that?

Because, like it or not,

you are the envoy...

and I am honour-bound

to protect you.

And honour, Pocahontas,

is the backbone of our civilization.

Thank you.

Land ho!

Full sails!

Heave ho!

Keep 'em taut. Here we go.

Welcome to London.

Shall we?

Suit yourself.

The sun comes up, the lamps go down

The day begins

in London town

- There's tea to brew

- And buns to bake

And some who just refuse to wake

While shops are stocked

and flocks are fed

The midnight men

drift home to bed

School bells chime

and church bells ring

Children whine

Peddlers sing

What a day in London

Come and see who's here

Everyone knows someone

They've come

from far and near

They bring their geese

Their finest fleece

To please the keenest eye

And hope and pray

someone will say

There's something

they might buy

- Pocahontas, wait!

With pigs to slop

and fish to gut

It ain't exactly heaven but

We thank the Lord

and kiss the ground

For bed and board

in London town

The upper crust

lie fast asleep

But some of us

got floors to sweep

One day's like the day before

- Can't complain

- If there's no war

What a day in London

Everything's for sale

Cabbages and onions

- Look up!

- Who's that That girl up in the tree

It's not a tree

It's moving, see

- Good grief what can it be

- Look there, I swear

- She's flying through the air

She must be wild

- She's just a child

- Pocahontas--

I wish I had her hair

Wouldn't you care to join me, here?

On the ground? This instant?

My heart is pounding like a drum

I can't believe my eyes

- In London people seem to come in every shape and size

- So many paths, I wonder how they find their way

So many signs, I wonder

what they really say

London is everything

I've heard and more

London is nothing

like I've seen before

Music and feathered hats

and roofs that shine

With flags flying higher

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