Glaikit
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The role of Anna is sung here by Jennifer Villaverde and the role of Squire is sung by Robert Longo from a performance with members of the Kitchener-Waterloo Symphony Orchestra at the Guelph Spring Festival in 2004.
Recording Engineer: Earl McCluskie
Glaikit
ANNA: Vengeance!
CHORUS & FLATNOSES: (sung) Vengeance!
SQUIRE: (spoken) Anna, counsel thy rage. ‘Tis the occasion for strategy and plan.
ANNA: (spoken) I want his bullocks!
CHORUS & FLATNOSES: (sung) She wants his bullocks!
SQUIRE: (spoken to Messenger) You say Edward looked chagrined? He wis sorry for whit he did, wisnae he.
ANNA: (sung) Rise up prood Scots!
Sharpen yer axe with hatred.
For there’ll be nae rest till he’s well bled and dead.
Stiffen yer pikes! Be temperate at yer meals, see?
For today, we drink his blud,
as if it were fine malt whiskey.
SQUIRE: (sung privately to Anna) Yer goin’glaikit.
We’ll never make
if ye go glaikit.
ANNA: (sung etc) I’m radgin’fit ta bylin’.
Let me tell you how I’m feelin’.
I want ta kiss ye, now!
SQUIRE: It’s a bad decision
fer a tactition
ta go glaikit.
Yer a general leadin’a battle.
Mayke a plan, study the maps,
plan our position.
ANNA: Yes, I’m a genius, a military genius,
and I really means this –
SQUIRE: But we’re caught in a fankle,
a greit muckle fankle.
ANNA: I want ta kiss ye now!
SQUIRE: It nae be the time
ta be losin’ yer mynde.
ANNA: Let me kiss ye!
SQUIRE: Ye canne think straight
ANNA: I want ta kiss ye now.
SQUIRE: in the heat of yer radgy hate.
ANNA: He maimed my country, Squire.
He pillaged my land, Squire.
The heads he beheaded are my heads.
The wounds he wounded are my wounds.
SQUIRE: Dinna go radgin’!
No, dinna go radgin’!
(field drum-roll…)
ANNA: (not sung) I want his whennymegs!
CHORUS & FLATNOSES: (sung) She wants his whennymegs!
SQUIRE: Well, ye can haif his whennymegs, but fairst, (he takes a map from inside his shirt) We have to have a plan.
ANNA: His gooseberries!, his knackers!, his plums!
CHORUS & FLATNOSES: (sung) His gooseberries, his knackers, his plums!
ANNA: Bring me the nards of Edward the Blond!