Miss Scatcherd
Form classes! Silence! Order!
Ensemble
We are the children of God
And we praise His name
We are blind to His love
In His love we will trust
For we are taught that we must
Miss Scatcherd
Girls, go straight to your class
And do as your told
Keep your tongues in your mouths
Or I'll do more than scold
Ensemble
Oh, the water is frozen, we cannot bathe
Oh, pray now to Jesus our souls to save
Our sins delivering
As we praise Him, shivering
Miss Temple
I have a word to address to the students,
We have a girl who is new to our school,
Please make he welcome here,
Her name is Jane Eyre.
Young Jane
Who is that woman and
What does she do here?
Helen
That is Miss Temple
Young Jane
Does this house belong to her?
Helen
I wish it did.
She has to answer to Mr. Brockelhurst.
Young Jane
Miss Temple is the best is she not?
Helen
She knows more than the rest of the lot
Miss Scatcherd
Burns, you are standing uneven
And your fingernails are filthy
Miss Temple
But, no one could wash for
The water was frozen
Miss Scatcherd
Go and get the strap!
Miss Temple
It wasn't her fault
The water was frozen
I appeal to you, sir
Helen is weak
She shouldn't be punished
Mr. Brocklehurst
Disciplines are born
To be humble and suffer
Punish the flesh
To chasten the spirit
Purity comes from the pain of correction
Ensemble
We are the children of God
And we praise His word
We are blind to His love
In His love we must trust
For we are taught that we must
Miss Scatcherd
Wicked child!
Let that teach you!
Let that teach you!
Wicked child
Horrid, wretched child
God despises you!
Mr. Brocklehurst
The torment of martyrs
Is holy and Christian
Pamper the body
You'll never depurate the soul
Ensemble
We are the children of God
But we find it quite queer
If we're really His children
Why isn't He hear?
Isn't it clear?
We're charity children
No mother or father
Just heavenly care
If God has so much
Why won't He share?
