#sweet polly plunkett

[simperoniandcheese]

wake up!!!!!

its the first of da month!!!!!

[everydaysweeneytodd]

Beadle (Notices the harmonium, sits down, and sings from a song book, accompanying himself):

Sweet Polly Plunkett lay in the grass.

Turned her eyes heavenward, sighing,

“I am a lass who alas loves a lad

Who alas has a lass in Canterbury.

‘Tis a row dow diddle dow day,

‘Tis a row dow diddle dow dee…”

[circusgoth-dotcom]

A Holy Meeting

Ship: The Sheriff of Nottingham x Gabriel of Blackburn

Word Count: 524

Summary: A snapshot recounting the sheriff and Gabriel's first proper conversation with each other. CWs for religious themes and implied family troubles.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

Sunday morning in Nottingham meant church service, for everyone who could physically attend, and if it was known you could walk and you weren’t seen at the church, well, suspicion would spread like wildfire. Even the most honourable sheriff, clad in black from head to toe, would sit on a pew and listen to the holy droning of the balding preacher before him, and everyone knew he was far from a pious man.

As the service came to a close and the peasants of Nottingham rose from the benches to walk past emaciated, lame, and blind beggars, Gabriel peeled away from the wall to grab a broom and set to sweeping away the muck they left in their wake. He had started working at the church more so to have a roof over his head than anything: so long as he kept the place tidy and ran errands for the priest, he had access to a bed and fresh food, as well as a small allowance for any other personal luxuries he wished to partake in.

He hummed as he swept, paying no mind to the dispersing crowd until a familiar voice picked up his tune.

“Sweet Polly Plunkett saw her life pass, flew down the city road, crying, I am a lass who alas loves a lad who alas has a lass…” The Sheriff of Nottingham muttered lowly as Gabriel looked up at him. The sheriff smiled and Gabriel politely smiled back.

“I’ve never taken you for a music lover, sheriff.”

“I don’t get many chances to speak of it. May I have your name? I don’t recognize your face, friend.”

“Gabriel of Blackburn, sir. I arrived here at the beginning of the month, I’m sure we’ve brushed shoulders before but I don’t believe we’ve had a proper introduction.” They shook hands, Gabriel’s small and cool, the sheriff’s encased in warm, black leather.

“Blackburn? You’re far from home, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” Gabriel wrung the handle of the broom absently, his gaze dropping to the stone floor. “It was better for me to leave, I think. Forgive me for not explaining further, it’s rather… personal.”

The sheriff frowned. “I’m sorry to hear, dear boy. I hope you find solace in the great city of Nottingham. You know, the more I look at you… the more you strike me as familiar, do you have any local relatives??”

Gabriel quickly looked back up, eyes widening slightly and hair standing on end. “N-not that I know of, sir.” It was true, but the idea that someone that looked like him had passed through was enough to put him on edge.

“Hm. Never mind it, then. May we meet again. I appreciate your manners.” The sheriff smiled and shook Gabriel’s hand again, this time giving his fingers a gentle squeeze before letting go. Gabriel watched him leave, unaware he was holding his breath until the sheriff was out of sight and a sigh of relief escaped him. He quickly resumed sweeping, flustered and intrigued. He had heard many things about the Sheriff of Nottingham; not one had described him as polite nor caring of other people’s troubles.

[whywalkwhenyoucanride]

sweet polly plunkett<3

[beadlebamford]

i hate that i spent so long on this but here the are: the beadles, whose hits include the famous “sweet polly plunkett” and “ladies in their sensitivities”

[susiiecarmichael]

lowkey shipping the Beadle and Lovett after this production did that (very creative) thing with the piano. 

[crowleyanthonys]

I am a lass who alas loves a lad, who alas has a lass in Cantebury...

[demonbarbersgirl]

OH MY GOD I’ve been listening to this song for years (it’s on the original broadway cast recording now too) but my iPod lists it as “various artists”...

YOU MEAN TO TELL ME MARY POPPINS WAS SINGING SWEET POLLY PLUNKETT THIS WHOLE TIME? I FEEL? BETRAYED?

Among the many treasures in the 1993 recording of Putting It Together, a ridiculously constructed Sondheim revue that includes a bizarre rewritten version of “A Little Priest” sung about a party game, a smooth jazz cover of “Hello, Little Girl”, Julie Andrews singing “Could I Leave You”, and Christopher Durang(!!?) singing “I Could Drive a Person Crazy”, there’s this wonderful little gem: Julie Andrews herself singing a 40-second snipping of “Sweet Polly Plunkett,” of all songs. 

Also, good lord, the most ridiculous cast: Andrews, Durang, Michael Rupert, Rachel York, and Stephen Collins. What even? Never forget.

[aliveandfullofjoy]

Among the many treasures in the 1993 recording of Putting It Together, a ridiculously constructed Sondheim revue that includes a bizarre rewritten version of “A Little Priest” sung about a party game, a smooth jazz cover of “Hello, Little Girl”, Julie Andrews singing “Could I Leave You”, and Christopher Durang(!!?) singing “I Could Drive a Person Crazy”, there’s this wonderful little gem: Julie Andrews herself singing a 40-second snipping of “Sweet Polly Plunkett,” of all songs. 

Also, good lord, the most ridiculous cast: Andrews, Durang, Michael Rupert, Rachel York, and Stephen Collins. What even? Never forget.