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No. 4: With Merry Song

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Nautch Girls.
      With merry song
We trip along
    Threading through the idle throng.
      While from our eyes
The fire flies
    That kindles hope in the unwise.
      We never woo
As others do
    With passion ardent, firm, and true;
      For we would stay
Unwed for aye,
    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
    Threading through the idle throng.
      While from our eyes
The fire flies
    That kindles hope in the unwise.
      We never woo
As others do
    With passion ardent, firm, and true;
      For we would stay
Unwed for aye,
    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.
 
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!
 
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. *
 
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!
 
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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