A Field in England Page #3
Baloo, my boy, thy mother's joy
Thy father bred me great annoy
Baloo, baloo
Baloo, baloo
Baloo, baloo
Lu-li-li-lu
O'er thee I'll keep my lonely watch
Intent thy lightest breath to catch
O, when thou wak'st to see thee smile
And thus my sorrow to beguile
Baloo, my boy...
You strike me as a man of the world.
What line of business you in, squire?
Buttons.
Baloo, my boy
lie still and sleep...
I'm going to have a sh*t.
It grieves me sore
to hear thee weep...
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
12 weary months have crept away
Since he, upon thy natal day
left thee and me
To seek afar
A bloody fate in doubtful war...
(GRUNTS)
Baloo, my boy
lie still and sleep...
(SIGHS)
It grieves me sore
to hear thee weep...
(SIGHS)
If thou'lt be silent
I'll be glad...
(GRUNTS)
Thy moaning
makes my heart full sad...
(GRUNTS)
I dreamed a dream but yesternight
Thy father slain in foreign fight
He, wounded, stood beside my bed
His blood ran down upon thy head
He spoke no word but looked on me
Bent low and gave a kiss to thee...
Mutton?
Baloo, baloo...
Where?
My darling boy
Thou 'rt now alone
Thy mother's joy
(GRUNTING)
(INHALES)
(GRUNTING)
- (CHUCKLES)
- (GRUNTING)
Sounds like hard work.
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING)
- (PANTING)
- Is it a boy or a girl?
- F*** off! Ugh.
- (GIGGLING)
F*** off!
- (LAUGHS)
- (GROANS) F***.
(GRUNTS)
F*** it!
(SCREAMS)
- (GIGGLING)
- Ah! F***ing nettles.
Yeah. You all right?
Ugh. You've got sh*t on you as well.
Help me up.
(GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
You never seen a man
have a sh*t before? Go on, f*** off.
(GIGGLING)
Ow...
Oh.
(SIGHS)
Oh...
A merry band, are we not?
Formed merely
by the alchemy of circumstance.
- We would not otherwise associate.
- Many chums, have you, back home?
He has mostly been amongst books.
Nevertheless,
'tis indeed a pleasure to find
like-minded company in such remote parts.
- Where am I?
- WHITEHEAD:
Monmouthshire.- Oh. That near Essex, is it?
- (CHUCKLES) No.
Don't bother.
He hears the call and puts
one foot in front of the other.
Ain't that so, brother?
My master predicts that impending events
will stagger the monarch and kingdom.
After the alehouse,
I believe I have distant relatives
at Gloucester. I might go there.
Perhaps they have a large linen cupboard
(CHUCKLES)
- No stoat in here, is there?
- None.
We give humble thanks for this,
thy special bounty,
beseeching thee to continue
that our land may yield us her fruits
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