“What is plucked will grow again,
What is slain lives on,
What is stolen will remain
What is gone is gone…
What is sea-born dies on land,
Soft is trod upon.
What is given burns the hand –
What is gone is gone…
Here is there, and high is low;
All may be undone.
What is true, no two men know –
What is gone is gone…
Who has choices need not choose.
We must, who have none.
We can love but what we lose –
What is gone is gone.”
-The Last Unicorn-
2. (Captain Cully and Dick Fancy)
An aging rogue with tattered velvet now slunk forward. “Captain , if we’re to have folk songs, and I suppose we must, then we feel they ought to be true songs about real outlaws, not this lying life we live. No offense, captain, but we’re really not very merry, when all’s said—”
“I’m merry twenty-four hours a day, Dick Fancy,” Cully said coldly. “That is a fact.”
“And we don’t steal from the rich and give to the poor,” Dick Fancy hurried on. “We steal from the poor because they can’t fight back—most of them—and the rich take from us because they could wipe us out in a day. We don’t rob the fat, greedy Mayor on the highway; we pay him tribute every month to leave us alone. We never carry off proud bishops and keep them prisoner in the wood, feasting and entertaining them, because Molly hasn’t any good dishes, and besides, we just wouldn’t be a stimulating company for a bishop. When we go to the fair in disguise, we never win at the archery or at singlestick. We do get some nice compliments on our disguises, but no more than that.”
-The Last Unicorn-
3. (The witch cursed King Haggard for his greed and cursed the castle; the words of the curse recited by Drinn in the town of Hagsgate)
“You whom Haggard holds in thrall,
Share his feast and share his fall.
You shall see your fortune flower
Till the torrent takes the tower.
Yet none but one of Hagsgate town
May bring the castle swirling down.”
-The Last Unicorn-
4. When I was a Young Man (Prince Lir to Lady Amalthea)
When I was a young man and very well thought of
I couldn’t ask aught that the ladies denied
I nibbled their hearts like a handful of raisins
And I never spoke love but I knew that I lied
But I said to myself “Ah, they none of them know
The secret I shelter and savor and save
I wait for the one who will see through my seeming
And I’ll know when I love by the way I behave”
The years drifted over like clouds in the heavens
The ladies went by me like snow on the wind
I charmed and I cheated, deceived and dissembled
And I sinned and I sinned and I sinned and I sinned
But I said to myself, “Ah, they none of them see
There’s part of me pure as the whisk of a wave
My lady is late but she’ll find I’ve been faithful
And I’ll know when I love by the way I behave”
At last came a lady both knowing and tender
Saying you’re not at all what they take you to be
I betrayed her before she had quite finished speaking
And she swallowed cold poison and jumped in the sea
And I say to myself when there’s time for a word
As I gracefully grow more debauched and depraved
“Ah, love may be strong, but a habit is stronger
And I knew when I loved by the way I behaved”
-The Last Unicorn-
5. (The unicorn talking in Schmendrick’s dream)
“The others have gone,” she said. “They are scattered to the woods they came from, no two together, and men will not catch sight of them much moreeasily than if they were still in the sea. I will go back to my forest too, but I do not know if I will live contentedly there, or anywhere. I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death, though I cannot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die. I am not like the others now, for no unicorn was ever bornwho could regret, but I do. I regret.”
-The Last Unicorn-
6. (Schmendrick and Molly Grue sang together)
“I am no king, and I am no lord,
And I am no soldier at-arms,” said he.
“I’m none but a harper, and a very poor harper,
That am come hither to wed with ye.”
“If you were a lord, you should be my lord,
And the same if you were a thief,” said she.
“And if you are a harper, you shall be my harper,
For it makes no matter to me, to me,
For it makes no matter to me.”
“But what if it prove that I am no harper?
That I lied for your love most monstrously?” “Why, then I’ll teach you to play and sing,
For I dearly love a good harp,” said she.”
-The Last Unicorn-
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