ACT I
No. 8a: SONG - Dorothy
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Breast of the robin, why dost thou blush? Whence is thy music, throat of the thrush? |
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Why do ye flit from tree to tree? Warble your secret low to me! |
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Why do ye roam the sky above? Is it in search of your true love? |
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Why do ye build yourselves a nest? Is it because your love is blest? |
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Breast of the robin, why dost thou blush? Where is thy music, throat of the thrush? |
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Fear not to whisper thy secret to me, Thou lov'st thy love, and thy love loves thee. Fear not to whisper thy secret to me, Thou lov'st thy love, and thy love loves thee. |
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Red of the rose-bud, white hawthorn bush, Breast of the robin, song of the thrush, |
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I am as happy as happy as ye, I love my love, I love my love, And my love loves me, my love loves me! |
Exit.
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