All of the scripts lack the lyrics to the Act II finale, without
which the scripts make little sense. The lyrics to the original Tietjens finale,
which was restored for the tour in 1904 and incorporated into the Witmark rental
version follow. No doubt A. Baldwin Sloane's "Star of My Native Land" must have covered much of the same action, but Sloane's finale is not known to survive.
ACT II FINALE -The Wizard is No Longer King
Chorus:
The Wizard is no longer king,
Away with him to prison,
We can't put up with such a thing,
So clap him tight in jail!
The law upon him we will bring,
The people have arisen,
Let no one further to him cling,
'Twill be of no avail.
Sir Wiley Gyle:
My right I must demand
'Twas I showed up his hand,
To me the crown of Oz
Should now be given!
Pastoria:
The rightful ruler am I now,
I place the crown upon my brow,
Away with both of them
To 'wait their punishment.
Dorothy:
I'm just a simple girl from the prairie,
Wizard:
She is Dottie with a dot on the i;
Dorothy:
It seems to me you're very contrary,
Wizard:
And I hope you will explain to us why.
Dorothy:
If you crown this old man,
As you seem to plan,
He will make a sorry king you'll find,
For we don't like his looks
Or the way he croaks,
And we think he is out of his mind.
Listen to our wise prognostications
Of this very aged man:
He will soon deceive you,
Shake him while you can,
For this you'll find a very clever plan.
Chorus:
Listen to their wise prognostications
Of this very aged man:
He will soon deceive us,
Shake him while we can,
Perhaps this is a mighty clever plan.
Dorothy:
Just take a tip from me,
With my blessing,
Wizard:
You should listen with respect unto me;
Dorothy:
To draw a king is keeping you guessing,
Wizard:
You've agreed to disagree, Seems to me.
Dorothy:
If you jug the old king
Who has juggled you,
If you slight the sleighty hand adept,
If he ceases to reign
There's a dry spell due
And the scepter no one will accept!
Such a potentate as Oz
You'll surely find not easy to replace.
He's the proper stuff,
For he is up to snuff;
To sneeze at him is surely a disgrace.
Chorus:
Such a potentate as Oz
We'll surely find not easy to replace.
He's the proper stuff,
For he is up to snuff;
To sneeze at him is surely a disgrace.
Chorus:
Peace and concord
On us now shower their blessings,
No more will strife
Sound its warlike alarms
Again will love
With tender caressings clasp us
Gently in its arms
Clasp us gently in its arms.
Sir Dashemoff Daily:
Happy maidens, sweetly smiling
With charm laden youths beguiling
In the dance's winding mazes
With warm glances, yet demure.
All love's harvest they are spending
In youth's happy golden dream
As with revel never ending,
They sport in the love moon's gleam.
Ah! Happy maidens
Sweetly smiling,
Charm laden youths beguiling
Ah! Youths beguiling
Ah! Love's harvest they are spending
in youth's happy golden dream
in youth's happy, happy golden dream.
Chorus: (Under Dashemoff's previous verse)
Peace and concord
On us now shower their blessings
No more will strife
Sound its warlike alarms
Again will love
With tender caressings
Clasp us gently in its arms
Clasp us gently gently in its arms.
Rejoice for the Wizard is no longer King!
All you maidens and youths
Come join in singing.
Sing out,
And let your voices loudly ring,
We'll shout hip, hip, hooray,
The Wizard's surely down and out.
We now will make our
dear Pastoria King
For he is the rightful ruler of this land.
All hail, All hail to him we gladly sing
Let joy and pleasure rise on every hand.
Youth must be jolly,
Youth must be gay,
Youth must have folly
to make it stay
Come join the frolic,
come join the throng,
We'll gladly rolic the whole day long.
Youth must be jolly,
Youth must be gay,
Youth must have folly
to make it stay
Come join the frolic,
come join the throng,
We'll gladly rolic the whole day long.
Rejoice for the Wizard is no longer King!
All you maidens and youths,
Come join in singing:
Sing out
And let your voices loudly ring,
We'll shout hip, hip, hooray!
The Wizard's surely down and out,
We now
will make our dear Pastoria King.
Come join us and give him
A rousing good cheer.
All hail to Pastoria!
All hail to Pastoria,
The greatest monarch
That we have ever had
All hail! All hail!