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, Philosophical, anatomical, 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, 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, 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? Modest as maiden, fancy-free; 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. When I was a happy little child, 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, My love! My sister was to me. III But my darling banish all your fears, Although I love my sister fond, My love! My dearest love is thee. SONG. Miller. Oh, there was a merry widow who resided in a shoe, The widow gave them turtle soup, 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, 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, |