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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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