No. 4: With Merry Song
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Nautch Girls. | |||
With merry song We trip along |
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Threading through the idle throng. | |||
While from our eyes The fire flies |
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That kindles hope in the unwise. | |||
We never woo As others do |
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With passion ardent, firm, and true; | |||
For we would stay Unwed for aye, |
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To love, and love, and run away. | |||
To love, and love, and run away. To love, and love, and run away. |
With merry song We trip along |
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Threading through the idle throng. | |||
While from our eyes The fire flies |
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That kindles hope in the unwise. | |||
We never woo As others do |
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With passion ardent, firm, and true; | |||
For we would stay Unwed for aye, |
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To love, and love, and run away. | |||
To love, and love, and run away. |
Banyan. | |||
The monarch upon his throne | |||
May hold a mighty sway; | |||
The sailor upon the sea | |||
May chant a merry lay; | |||
The miser amidst his gold | |||
May chuckle in his pride; | |||
The maiden upon the quay | |||
May hail the coming tide. | |||
But neither the monarch, nor sailor on sea, Nor miser with gold, nor maiden on quay, Are half so contented and happy as we. |
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Nautch Girls. | |||
Contented and happy as we! | |||
Tiffin. | |||
We call a crust a banquet, and a wail a roundelay, That's our merry cakes and sherry, hey down derry way! |
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All. | |||
We call a crust a banquet, and a wail a roundelay, That's our merry cakes and sherry, Hey down derry Hey down derry Hey down derry way! |
Kalee. | |||
The poet upon a hill | |||
May dream a blissful dream; | |||
The cattle upon the lea | |||
May lap the cooling stream; | |||
The children upon the sward | |||
May skip in mirthful play; | |||
The sparrow upon the tree | |||
May wake the sleeping day. | |||
But neither the poet, nor cattle on lea, Nor children on sward, nor sparrow on tree, Are half so contented and happy as we. * |
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Nautch Girls. | |||
Contented and happy as we! | |||
Tiffin. | |||
We call a cot a palace, and a cloud a golden ray, That's our merry cakes and sherry, hey down derry way! |
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All. | |||
We call a cot a palace, and a cloud a golden ray. That's our merry cakes and sherry, Hey down derry Hey down derry Hey down derry way! |
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