, Working on the Land Lyrics from "Martin Guerre"
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Working on the Land Lyricsby . From Martin Guerre Working on the Land by Pierre Bertrande is the best you can hope for here Martin Uncle it's too soon, can't I choose next year? Pierre Martin we can't wait, let me make it clear Every man plays his part, here's the plan Win her heart and hand Men When you do, thanks to you, we will save this land. Villager You must save the land that we're born to live for Martin Can't you understand that I need more time? Pierre Marry for the land, it is all we have Villagers & Pierre Land to last, as it's passed, man to son When it's done as planned Then we'll pray it will stay as good Catholic land Martin Uncle, I can't lie just to make you richer Pierre It's not just for me, it's for Artigat If she doesn't marry, then we'll lose the land Her cousin is a Protestant Villagers The next in line's a Protestant Pierre She must have an heir soon, don't you understand? Men Working on the land that we're born to live for Loving for the land, it is where we're blessed (Working on the land) Dying on the land, it is where we rest Land to last, as it's passed, man to son, when it's done as planned Then we'll pray it will stay as good Catholic land (Bertrande is surrounded by the women of Artigat, who are fixing her dress. Guillaume is lurking in the background.) Bertrande Mother, is it true that Martin's asking for my hand? Mme de Rols Of course he loves you Bertrande, with your beauty and your land Bertrande All the girls in Artigat, and yet he chooses me Guillaume What do you expect when he can get her land for free? Mme de Rols Planning for the land that we're born to die for Bertrande Loving for the land that the good Lord gave Mme de Rols Giving all our land to a man once more Bertrande It's my turn Three Crones She'll soon learn Bertrande Fate has smiled Bertrande & Mme de Rols Living for the land and a Catholic child Villagers Living for the land and a Catholic wedding Loving for the land now she's ripe for bedding Drinking for the land and the seed he's spreading (The villagers begin to dance. Martin stands aside, then Pierre drags him over to Bertrande and Mme de Rols. Martin and Bertrande sit on chairs, not facing each other, Bertrande facing the women and Martin facing the men. Bertrande is giggling like a schoolgirl) Pierre We have come to... Mme de Rols Bless my soul, Martin, you've grown, you look so strong and supple Bertrande (to Pierre) Welcome, sir Pierre If Martin marries Bertrande it would be most beneficial Martin Not to me Mme de Rols But Martin, everybody knows you'll make a perfect couple Pierre And when they're wed we'll do the same and make our love official See Martin, it's easy Mme de Rols He's lovely Pierre And she's such a beauty Bertrande He's lovely Martin Uncle, I'm not ready Pierre Martin, it's your duty! Villagers Do it now for Artigat or we'll lose the land! The next in line is Protestant, don't you understand? Mme de Rols It's a deal then, Martin? Martin Well, I... Pierre He agrees! It's a deal (Guillaume has been watching the deal. When it is official, he walks away in disgust and does not join in the dancing. Martin and Bertrande are blindfolded. Mme de Rols and Pierre place wreaths of flowers around their necks and on their heads. They are led into the church and kneel facing the audience, with the villagers kneeling behind them) Villagers Working on the land that we're born to live for Loving for the land, it is where we're blessed (Working on the land) Dying for the land, it is where we rest Land to last, as it's passed, man to son When it's done as planned, then we'll pray it will stay as good Catholic land (The action pauses) Guillaume All my days, all my nights, all I dream of is you What is this? Just a deal I know my love is true Please Bertrande, can't you see how this farce makes me feel? You'll regret this! Don't forget this! There are scars that never heal! (Father Dominic arrives, and the blindfolds are removed) Father Dominic Do you, Bertrande Suzanne de Rols, take Martin Antoine Guerre to be your lawfully wedded husband? Bertrande I do. Father Dominic Do you, Martin Antoine Guerre, take Bertrande Suzanne de Rols to be your lawfully wedded wife? (silence) Pierre Martin...Martin! (he smacks Martin's arm) Martin I do. (Father Dominic sings in Latin, Martin and Bertrande take hands. After the ceremony is over, Martin pulls his hand away from Bertrande. Mme de Rols and Pierre Guerre congratulate the married couple and the villagers dance in celebration. Guillaume stands apart.) (Martin storms into his house, pulling off his wreath. Bertrande follows him. They stand at the window, while the villagers dance in their yard) Villagers Working on the land that we're born to live for Loving for the land, it is where we're blessed (Working on the land) Dying for the land, it is where we rest Land to last, as it's passed, man to son When it's done then we'll pray it will stay as good Catholic land (the villagers begin to give advice on sex to Martin and Bertrande) Three Crones He'll start to groan and start to shake You'll feel the rushing of the tide The morning comes and when you wake There's a baby inside... Men First of all make sure your rod's nice and hard You'll blow out the candle then quick grab your chance If you doubt don't despair we're down here in the yard If it shrinks just think of the future of France (the villagers laugh) (Bertrande turns to Martin, but he moves quickly away from her) Three Crones Winter's past, spring at last yet she seems so pale and lean Have you heard? Not a word I was told their sheets are clean Table's spread except for bread, perhaps the dough has failed to rise Why so long? What's gone wrong? Artigat demands its prize! Madame de Rols I know how she longs for a child to bear How long can we wait for our Catholic heir? Pierre Guerre There's no need to worry, she married a Guerre Villagers Where's the child? Just one seed he has to sow Is there something we don't know André They married so young and he wasn't too sure Catherine She told me last night that he sleeps on the floor He won't even talk, she can't take anymore Villagers Where's the child? Just one seed he has to sow Is there something we don't know?
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