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Such a life I have to lead, have to lead, have to lead ;

Day by day more weary growing,

No one any kindness showing,

None for me to intercede, intercede, intercede;

Such a life no comfort knowing,

I no more can bear.

Chorus.

Such a life she has to lead, etc.

Chorus Men of Letters.

I.

From studies logical, astronomical,
Classical and modern,

Philosophical, anatomical,
Chemical, too, we turn,
To seek the laundry's aid,
Where all the maids are fair,
For faultlessly arrayed

We strive to be with care.

Girls.

They seek the laundry's aid, etc.

II

Old Demosthenes, Cicero, Socrates,

Xenophon and Plato,

Aristophanes, wise Xenocrates,

Weekly had to go

To seek the laundry's aid,

As we to-day repair.

Girls.

They sought the laundry's aid, etc.

STUDENT'S SONG.

Jack.

Would you learn of the life of a wandering student? Listen to me while I disclose,

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And never a care he knows,

Oh! blithe and gay and merry of heart is he,

From morn 'till night

'Tis his delight,

To laugh and sing and play,

So day by day he wanders fancy free,

His skies above forever blue,
His life eternal May.

Chorus.

Oh! blithe and gay, etc.

FLOWER SONG AND CHORUS.

Mary.

Who will buy?

Who will buy?

Who will buy?

Who will buy my dainty flowers?
Here are roses fair as the morning,
When in the East its blushes appear;
Sweet and pure as dew in the dawning,
When the lark sings loudly and clear.
Here are violets blue as the ocean,

Modest as maiden, fancy-free;
Welcome as lover's silent devotion,

Fragile as lover's constancy.

Welcome as lover's silent devotion,

Fragile as lover's constancy.

Oh, nature's favors should be free,

So take! I give them willingly.

Chorus.

A dearly cherished prize shall every dainty bud and blossom be.

Mary.

These roses red and violets blue,

I give you in remembrance true.

Chorus.

Daintier than all and far more dear are you.

But beware!

Mary.

For the blushing rose,

'Neath its silken robes often hides a thorn.

Chorus.

'Neath its silken robes often lurks a thorn.

Have a care!

Mary.

Chill the wind that blows,

And the violets may,

Quickly fade away,

Dying with the day;

Yes, with the day that saw them born.

Chorus.

After winter ever comes May;

Hearts that love, laugh death to scorn.

BALLAD, THE THREE LOVES.

Jack.
I

When I was a happy little child,
An innocent and fair haired youth;
A lady, Oh, so kind and mild,

I idolized in very truth.

My love!

My love!

My mother was to me.

Chorus

His love!

His love!

His mother dear should be.

II

As I older grew, I'd daily stray,
With a merry blackeyed miss ;
Together we would toil and play,
And her sweet lips I'd often kiss.
My love!

My love!

My sister was to me.

III

But my darling banish all your fears,

Although I love my sister fond,
And idolize my mother dear,
I feel a passion these beyond;
My love!

My love!

My dearest love is thee.

SONG.

Miller.

Oh, there was a merry widow who resided in a shoe,
And she had so many children that she knew not what to do;
It nearly broke the heart of her, to keep them clothed and fed,
And she never had a moment's rest except they were in bed.
Oh, when the children had the croup,

The widow gave them turtle soup,
And then again she'd spank them, '
And banged them on the head;

Oh, if I could only please her,

Sure, they no more should tease her;

I'd wed them off and finish all her dread.

Hurrah! hurrah! she is a jolly widow,

And her children always liked the bottle in their babyhood, I could not keep from laughing while the little ones were quaffing, For I thought, alas, they know not what is good.

Chorus.

Hurrah! hurrah! he is a jolly miller,

And marry Madam Piper, Oh, we only wish he would,
Of all his cares we'd ease him,

For certainly 'twould please him,

To have us wed and off his hands for good.

II

Oh, he is a jolly miller and he liveth,

And he never picks a pocket though he often picks a bone,

And he loves the widow's children as is easy to be seen,

But he loves the widow better and she's of his heart the queen;

Oh, he'd dangle them upon his knee,

And laugh with them in simple glee,

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