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SCENE. - The Terrace.
CHORUS. | ||
To-day, it is a festal time! | ||
The bridegroom comes to-day, | ||
And we are here to sing a rhyme | ||
To speed him on his way. | ||
To-day, our mistress, ever dear, | ||
Doth plight her virgin troth; | ||
And we are all forgathered here | ||
To sing, God bless them both! | ||
To-day, it is a festal time! | ||
The bridegroom comes to-day, | ||
And we are here to sing a rhyme | ||
To speed him on his way. | ||
We are all forgathered here | ||
To sing, God bless them both! |
DANCE.
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"Oh, father, I cannot!" | ||||
"But, daughter, thou must; | ||||
For he has a house, | ||||
And we haven't a crust!" | ||||
The snail he was ugly, | ||||
The snail he was black; | ||||
But for all that he carried | ||||
A house on his back. | ||||
Said the wily old dormouse, | ||||
"When thou art his bride, | ||||
He will lend us his house, | ||||
And we'll all live inside!" | ||||
ALL. | ||||
"Oh, father, I cannot!" | ||||
"But, daughter, thou must; |
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For he has a house |
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And we haven't a crust, |
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For he has a house |
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And we haven't a crust!" | ||||
DORCAS. | ||||
A gallant young squirrel | ||||
Sat perched on a tree, | ||||
And he thought to himself, | ||||
There's a good wife for me! | ||||
On the eve of the wedding | ||||
He said to the mouse, | ||||
"Wilt thou marry a squirrel | ||||
Who hasn't a house?" | ||||
"Oh, squirrel, I cannot!" | ||||
"But, dormouse, thou must, | ||||
Her heart to a squirrel | ||||
A dormouse may trust." | ||||
The squirrel was handsome, | ||||
They plighted their vows, | ||||
And the squirrel ran off | ||||
With the little dormouse. | ||||
And I'm sure if you ever | ||||
Set eyes on a snail, | ||||
You will all sympathize | ||||
With the dormouse's wail | ||||
ALL. | ||||
"Oh, father, I cannot! | ||||
Don't tell me I must; | ||||
Though he has a house | ||||
And we haven't a crust, | ||||
Though he has a house | ||||
And we haven't a crust!" | ||||
CHORUS. | ||||
But who is the dormouse | ||||
And who, who is the snail? |
Enter SIR GEORGE VERNON, LADY VERNON, and DOROTHY.
CHORUS. | ||
Hail to the Lord of Haddon! | ||
And thee, his silver bride! | ||
And to thy daughter, fairest flower | ||
Of all the country side! | ||
WOMEN. | ||
Nor violet, lily, | ||
Nor bluebell we bring, | ||
To garland thy pathway | ||
With fragrance of spring. | ||
No beauty of blossom | ||
That dies in a day | ||
Can speak an affection | ||
That blossoms alway. | ||
And never a chaplet | ||
Our hearts could entwine | ||
Could tell the devotion | ||
That ever is thine. | ||
CHORUS. | ||
In lieu of the lily | ||
And bonny bluebell, | ||
We lay on thine altar | ||
True love's immortelles. | ||
DOROTHY. | ||
Dear playmates of childhood, | ||
Right welcome are you! | ||
More fragrant than lily | ||
A love that is true. | ||
LADY VERNON. | ||
Like flower amaranthine | ||
Whose blossoms ne'er fade, | ||
It blooms in the sunshine | ||
And blooms in the shade. | ||
DOROTHY and LADY VERNON. | ||
Right welcome are you, Welcome, welcome are you. |
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CHORUS. | ||
In lieu of the lily | ||
And bonny bluebell, | ||
We lay on thine altar | ||
True love's immortelles. | ||
DOROTHY, LADY VERNON and SIR GEORGE. | ||
Oh, welcome! | ||
CHORUS. | ||
Nor violet! | ||
DOROTHY, LADY VERNON and SIR GEORGE. | ||
Oh, welcome! | ||
CHORUS. | ||
Nor lily! | ||
DOROTHY, LADY VERNON and SIR GEORGE. | ||
Oh, welcome! | ||
CHORUS. | ||
But lay on thine altar | ||
True love's immortelles. | ||
SIR GEORGE. | ||
Welcome, I bid ye welcome, one and all! | ||
Let youth and beauty keep their merry May; | ||
For all too soon the leaves of autumn fall, | ||
And evening shadows quench the laughing day. |
SIR GEORGE. | |||
When the budding bloom of May | |||
Paints the hedgerows red and white, | |||
Gather then your garlands gay; | |||
Earth was made for man's delight! | |||
LADY VERNON. | |||
May is playtime — | |||
DOROTHY. | |||
June is hay time — | |||
SIR GEORGE. | |||
Seize the day time - | |||
TRIO. | |||
Fa la la! | |||
Carol now the birds of spring! Let our hearts in chorus sing! |
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CHORUS. | |||
Ere the golden day is pale, | |||
Dawns the silver orb of light; | |||
Sweetly trills the nightingale, | |||
"Earth was made for man's delight!" | |||
Fa la la la, Fa la la la la la la la, Fa la la la! |
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"Earth was made for man's delight!" | |||
SIR GEORGE. | |||
When the leaves of autumn sigh, | |||
"Nearer death and further birth!" | |||
Time enough for hearts to cry, | |||
"Man was only made for earth!" | |||
LADY VERNON. | |||
Youth is pleasant — | |||
DOROTHY. | |||
Grasp the present — | |||
SIR GEORGE. | |||
Moons are crescent — | |||
TRIO. | |||
Fa la la! | |||
Time enough for hearts to sigh! Now the noonday sun is high! |
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CHORUS. | |||
Day in cloth of gold is gay, | |||
Robe of silver wears the night; | |||
All creation seems to say, | |||
"Earth was made for man's delight!" | |||
Fa la la la, Fa la la la la la la la, Fa la la la! |
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"Earth was made for man's delight!" |
Exeunt Chorus and DORCAS.
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