Green Grow the Lilacs Quotes
by Lynn Riggs

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Green Grow the Lilacs is an American play set in Oklahoma that celebrates the way of life in what was then, in 1900, Indian territory, in the form of old song and ballads. It is a realistic portrayal that doesn't shy away from the harder aspects of life in the region.

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The play opens with the main character, Curly, singing one of many songs in the play. At the end of the first scene, Curly laments that his love interest loves someone else by singing the song of the title, the once-popular folk song "Green Grow the Lilacs."

Green grow the lilacs, all sparkling with dew
I'm lonely my darling since parting with you
And by the the next meeting I hope to prove true
To change the green lilacs to the red, white, and blue

As well as using songs, the play also uses the region's slang and dialect to illustrate the way of life in the region. The following is just one example of the type of regional language employed:

No, look here, Curly. I've knowed Laurey all her born days, ain't I? And since her paw and maw died five years ago, I been paw and maw both to her. And whutever I tell you about her way of feelin' is the truth. Er if it ain't, I'll give her a everlastin' good spankin', nen it will be!

The customs of the region are most vividly expressed when the farmers capture Laurey and Curly on their wedding to perform the traditional shivaree—a custom that involves throwing newlyweds onto a hay stack and throwing straw dolls at them.

Bridegroom a-waitin' and a-waitin'! Don't you wait now, Mr. Bridegroom! The moon's a-shinin'! Yer time has came! Yes, sirree, bob! No time to wait now. Time to git goin'. See that there bride a-glimmerin' there in her white! Waitin' fer you.

After her previous love interest, Jeeter, proves to be a bit of a brute, Laurey accepts Curly's typically direct marriage proposal.

Well, then! That's all they is to it! Tommorow, I git you a ne h'ard hand. I'll stay on the place myself tonight, 'f you're nervous about that hound-dog . . . Now quit yer worryin' about it, er I'll spank you. Hey, while I think of it—how—how 'bout marryin' me.

Laurey's response is equally blunt.

Gracious, whut'd I wanta marry you for?


(The entire section is 609 words.)