CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : The Small House of Uncle Thomas

Your Majesty and honorable guests, I beg to put before you "Small House of Uncle Thomas."

Small house of Uncle Thomas
Small house of Uncle Thomas
Written by a woman
Harriet Beecher Stowa

House is in Kingdom of Kentucky, ruled by most wicked king in all America, Simon of Legree. Your Majesty, I beg to put before you loving friends...

(sung)
Uncle Thomas

Dear old Uncle Thomas

Little Eva

Blessed little Eva

Little Topsy
Mischief-maker, Topsy

Happy people

Very happy people

Happy people
Happy people

(spoken)
Your Majesty, I beg to put before you one who is not happy, the slave, Eliza. 

Poor Eliza
Poor Eliza
Poor unfortunate slave

Eliza's Lord and master, King Simon of Legree. She hates her Lord and master and fears him. This king has sold her lover to far away province of Oheeo. Lover's name is George. 

George
Baby in her arms is also called George. 

George

Eliza say she run away and look for lover George. 

George

So she bid goodbye to friends and start on her escape. 

Run, Eliza
Run, Eliza
Run from Simon

Poor Eliza running
And run into a rainstorm
Comes a mountain

Climb, Eliza
Hide, Eliza

Hide from Simon
Hide in forest

Poor Eliza

Poor Eliza

Poor Eliza

Poor Eliza

Poor Eliza

Poor Eliza

Eliza very tired. Your Majesty, I regret to put before you King Simon of Legree. Because one slave has run away, Simon beating every slave. Simon clever man. He decide to hunt Eliza, not only with soldiers, but with scientific dogs who sniff and smell, and thereby discover all who run from king. 

Run, Eliza, run
Run, Eliza, run
Run from Simon, run

Run, Eliza
Run, run
Run from Simon
Run, run
Poor Eliza
Run from Simon

Eliza, run
Eliza, run from Simon, run
Eliza, run

Poor Eliza

Eliza, run from Simon, run
Run, Eliza
Run from Simon
Run, Eliza
Run from Simon
Run, Eliza
Run, run
Ahhhhh!

Eliza come to river
Eliza come to river

Poor Eliza

Who can save her?

Only Buddha
Save her, Buddha, save her
What will Buddha do?

Buddha make a miracle! Buddha send an angel down. Angel make the wind blow cold. Make the river water hard, hard enough to walk upon. 

Buddha make a miracle!

(sung)
Praise to Buddha

Angel show her how to walk on frozen water. Now, as a token of his love, Buddha make a new miracle. 

Praise to Buddha[TUPTIM, spoken]
Send from Heaven stars and blossoms. 

Look like lace upon the sky. [2ND SOLO]
Praise to Buddha

Praise to Buddha
Praise to Buddha
Praise to Buddha
Praise to Buddha

So Eliza cross river, hidden by this veil of lace. Forgot to tell you name of miracle: snow. 

(sung)
Of a sudden she can see
Wicked Simon of Legree
Sliding 'cross the river fast
With his bloodhounds and his slaves

(spoken)
What has happened to the river? What has happened to the river? Buddha has called out the sun!

Buddha has called out the sun
Sun has made the water soft
Wicked Simon and his slaves
Fall in river and are drowned

On other side of river is pretty city, Canada, where Eliza sees lovely small house. Guess who live in house?

(sung)
Uncle Thomas

Dear old Uncle Thomas

Little Eva

Blessed little Eva

Little Topsy

CHORUS
Mischief-maker, Topsy

Lover George

Faithful lover George

Who is looking like angel to Eliza. They have all escaped from wicked Simon and make happy reunion. Topsy glad that Simon die, Topsy dance for joy. I tell you what Harriet Beecher Stowa say that Topsy say: "I specks I'se de wickedest critter in de world!" But I do not believe Topsy is wicked critter. Because I too am glad for death of king. Of any king who pursues a slave who is unhappy and wish to join her lover. And, Your Majesty, I wish to say to you... Your Majesty and honorable guests... I will tell you end of story. Is very sad ending. Buddha has saved Eliza. But with the blessings of Buddha also comes sacrifice. 

Poor little Eva
Poor little Eva
Poor unfortunate child[TUPTIM, spoken]
Is Buddha's wish that Eva come to him and thank him personally for saving of Eliza and baby. And so she die and go to arms of Buddha. 
Poor little Eva
Poor little Eva
Poor unfortunate child
Praise to Buddha
Praise to Buddha