Christmas at Hampton Court

HERALD: The King's Majesty summons his children:
 Prince Edward,
 The Lady Mary,
 The Lady Elizabeth,
 To attend him this Christmas at Hampton Court Palace
 And commands that they be merry.
 ALL: Christmas at Hampton Court,
 What tantalizing music in the phrase.
 Christmas at Hampton Court,
 Sweet water in the desert of my days.
 Season of joy and sheer jubilee,
 Hours will fly too swiftly for me,
 The days will seem miraculously short
 This Christmas at Hampton Court.
 Christmas at Hampton Court,
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 Christmas at Hampton Court
 EDWARD: Oh, Father...
 Don't push me forward in front of your friends
 To show them how far my learning extends.
 Father, I would die.
 You know that I'm painfully shy.
 Just let me stay by your side,
 Feeling your hand on my shoulder.
 Please try to bridle your pride
 And I'll try to be what you want me to be
 When I'm older.
 ALL: Christmas at Hampton Court
 The music and the revels and the food.
 Christmas at Hampton Court
 Puts father in a sentimental mood.
 All through the year we drift far apart,
 But when the season melts father's heart,
 Together we come sailing into port
 For Christmas at Hampton Court.
 Christmas at Hampton Court
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 MARY: Oh, Father...
 Make this a Christmas I'll never forget,
 Greet me as though I am someone you've met.
 Father, be a lamb,
 And show me you know who I am.
 God knows the battles we've fought
 Within the religious arena.
 Please let me pray as I ought
 And Father, I vow I'll make you
 An endless novena.
 ALL: Christmas at Hampton Court
 Where we can be a family again.
 Christmas at Hampton Court
 The season with the minimum of strain.
 Father will smile his fatherly smile,
 And we can all be close for a while,
 Delighting in the merriment and sport
 From Christmas at Hampton Court.
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 ELIZABETH: Twelve days of dancing and dicing and gay masquerades,
 And matching my wits with dashing young blades,
 Joys I gather here
 Must last me the rest of the year.
 Nightly I'll fall into bed
 Feeling that Heaven has blessed me,
 One single thought in my head
 What life would be like
 If Father should cease to detest me.
 Christmas at Hampton Court
 Will Father make it jubilant or grim?
 Christmas at Hampton Court
 My fate depends entirely on him.
 This Christmas could be the best we have known,
 If Father will only leave us alone.
 Most likely he'll do nothing of the sort...
 MARY: mother in heaven,
 keep my faith firm. Let me pass through this test and smile.
 EDWARD: Dear Lord, when he speaks to me, give me strength to reply.
 Keep my hands from growing sticky, my voice from quaking,
 my throat from turning dry, and my hose from turning wet.
 ELIZABETH: Dear God, please let me please him.
 This Christmas at Hampton Court.