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But I fear the night

is longer when

The lad's not right

Waitin' for my dearie

Is sweeter to me

Than wooin' any laddie

On the lea

Dreamin' of your dearie

And idlin' the day

That's how I am

And how I'll always stay

Though I'll live 40 lives

'til the day he arrives

"I'll not ever, ever grieve"

For my hopes will be high

That he'll come strollin' by

For you see

I believe

That

There's a laddie weary

And wanderin' free

Who's waitin'

For his dearie

Me

"Good mornin', Fiona!"

Thanks.

"- Good mornin', Miss Fiona.

- Good mornin', Mr. Beaton."

- Good day.

- What would you be lookin' for?

A waistcoat for my father

for the weddin'.

"Of course. Jean and young Dalrymple

are gettin' married today, aren't they?"

"If she had to choose someone

other than my son, Harry..."

I'm glad 'twas a lad

as fine as Charlie.

Would you have a waistcoat

of this that would fit him?

I think so. I'll have Harry

run over to the house and see.

"Friends, your attention, please!"

This is the second day

of our blessing...

and so to remind ye...

Mr. Lundie has drawn up

a map of our town...

and asked me to hang it

in the public square here...

where ye all can see it

and be reminded.

"Now, the boundaries

of our village are:"

"To the east, the bridge.

To the west, the old kirk road."

"To the north, the stone fence

at the edge of the forest..."

"and to the south, Loch Harold."

Let no one cross...

or we shall be ungrateful

before God...

and night shall

fall upon us forever.

The second day of whose blessin'?

'Tis for certain not mine.

- I'm truly sorry.

- Do not be.

"If anyone's goin' to pity me,

let it be me."

'Tis not fair for Charlie Dalrymple

to be weddin' her.

He's got everything...

school in Edinburgh and now Jean...

and I've got nothing.

Nothing but to be trapped

in this peasant village all my life.

Look at it.

The boundaries of a town?

Not to me.

'Tis more the dimensions

of my jail.

"Hey, sonny, could you tell us

where we could get some breakfast?"

That kid's gonna have problems

when he grows up.

Pardon me. Could you tell us

where we could find a local inn?

What is this?

Is there a place around here

where we could get some breakfast?

"- I do not know, sir.

- What do you know? It talks."

What's the name of this town?

I do not know.

You'll have to excuse me.

You're in Brigadoon.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

You must forgive him. I imagine

he was a wee bit taken back.

People do not come here

very often.

What did you say

the name of this town is?

Brigadoon.

That's funny.

It isn't on the map.

I should not be surprised.

You know it isn't on the map?

Aye.

"That's a little snobbish of you,

don't you think?"

- Why isn't it on the map?

- For good reason.

"Well, look, Miss, uh..."

- Campbell.

- Thank you.

We're trying to get some breakfast.

Is there an inn around here?

An inn?

I do not think so.

"But if you follow the road,

you'll come to MacConnachy Square."

You can find all the food you want

for sale there.

Thank you very much.

You're more than welcome.

Good day.

Good day.

Good day.

Good day.

Good day.

Look!

Funny clothes

they wear around here.

Maybe this is the day

they take pictures for postcards.

Hello.

It couldn't be me. There must be

something peculiar about you.

"This milk is for sale,

isn't it?"

- Aye.

- Do you mind if I help myself?

"One moment, sir.

I'll have to see your money first."

- My money?

- Show 'im the money.

- Look at the date!

- Funny-lookin' thing.

What did you give 'em?

A hunk of uranium?

"No, just a shilling.

What a loony layout this is."

"Aye, 'tis very interesting, sir..."

but it does me no good.

You mean you won't sell me anything?

"I'm sorry, sir. I cannot."

Why not?

"I cannot explain further, sir."

They just happened in

a wee while ago.

"Well, welcome to Brigadoon.

How did you gentlemen get here?"

"We came from Graymore,

six miles yonder."

Six miles.

That's quite a distance.

"You must be hungry. Angus, how about

some breakfast for our visitors?"

"Charlie, their money..."

I do not want their money.

"This is my weddin' day, laddie.

You're my invited guests."

"Help yourselves.

Bread, scones, ginger cakes."

"Oh, but first,

a bit o' heather ale."

Sandy!

- Here I am.

- Some ale for our guests.

Ale for everybody!

So you're getting married today.

That's wonderful.

"Aye, it is."

"This afternoon,

to Miss Jean Campbell."

- Campbell?

- Aye.

I think I met your bride

a few minutes ago. She's very charming.

"Aye, that she is."

Her health.

Her health!

- To our visitors!

- Here!

And to Mr. Forsythe.

I hope he knows

how grateful I am to him...

to postponin' the miracle for me.

"- That what?

- 'Tis a toast we have here, sir."

And may God bless me this evenin'

as much as I would bless him...

if I were he

and he were Charles Dalrymple.

I guess we'll not be seein' you

at the tavern anymore.

"Aye, lads.

My tavern days are over."

I used to be a rovin' lad

A rovin' and wanderin' life

I had

On any lass I'd frown

Who would try to tie me down

But then one day

I saw a maid

Who held out her hand

and I stayed and stayed

And now across the green

I'll go home with bonnie Jean

"Go home, go home"

Go home with bonnie Jean

"Go home, go home"

I'll go home with bonnie Jean

In Aberdeen I used to know

A lass with an air

an' her name was Jo

And every night at 10:00

I would meet her

in the glen

But now you'll not

see her again

Especially not

in the glen at 10:00

For now across the green

You'll...

Go home with bonnie Jean

"Go home, go home"

Go home with bonnie Jean

"Go home, go home"

I'll go home with bonnie Jean

Hello to married men I've known

I'll soon have a wife

and leave yours alone

A bonnie wife indeed

And she's all I'll ever need

You wanted her at any cost

But how do you know

if you've won or lost

And still across the green

You'll go home with bonnie Jean

"Go home, go home"

Go home with bonnie Jean

"Go home, go home"

You'll

Go home with bonnie Jean

"- Oh, you can't stop now!

- Go on!"

"Go home, go home"

Go home with bonnie Jean

"Go home, go home"

I'll go home with bonnie Jean

"Go home, go home"

Go home with bonnie Jean

"Go home, go home"

I'll go home with bonnie Jean

"Go home, go home"

Go home with bonnie Jean

"Go home, go home"

I'll go home

With bonnie

"- Jean

- Go home, go home"

"Go home, go home

go home, go home"

"Go home with bonnie Jean, aye"

Meg Brockie just told me

at the back window...

there are two strangers in town.

- Aye.

- Ya mean ya know it?

Why didn't ya tell me?

Did ya see them?

- Aye.

- Tell me about them.

What are they like?

How do they look?

"He has brownish hair,

a wee bit taller than father."

- Very nice face.

- What about the other one?

"The other? He's about

the same, I imagine."

I really cannot remember.

I only saw them for a moment.

Where are they?

Where did they go?

To the square for some food.

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