To the sweet by and by,

To the sweet by and by;

We'll be one in all though the heavens may fall ; We swear Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye!

Daffodils dainty blue-bells,

Daffodils dainty blue-bells,

Trip lightly each lass o'er the dew ravished grass, O'er the dew ravished grass,

O'er the dew ravished grass,

And drop a kind tear to every one here.
Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo!
Now Mary's knowing little lamb
Was playful as a seal,

He wagged his tail, three times a day,
Or once before each meal.

Oh boberty, boberty, bob, bob, bob,
His boberty tail did go,

And biberty, boberty, boberty, bah,
His boberty bob did go.

TO BE A LONE WIDOW.

Madam Piper and Chorus.

To be a lone widow 'tis sad, yes 'tis sad,
My life is a hard one, be sure ;
When I think of the comforts I formerly had,
My lot seems too hard to endure.

I do all I can, and there's none can do more,
To bring up my children, so nearly a score,
And poverty's wolf I have kept from the door,
Though dark is the future, I can you assure.

Chorus of Girls.

To be a lone widow is certainly sad, etc.
Oh, peas porridge hot and peas porridge cold,
And peas porrige in the pot nine days old,
Some like it hot, some like it cold,

And some like it in the pot nine days old.

II.

I must labor and toil from the morning to night,
No rest can I hope to obtain ;

The love of my children, my only delight,
Contented I strive to remain ;

I scrimp and I scrape, and I plot and I plan

My motto is this: "Do the best that you can,"

And come whatever may, you have not lived in vain.

Chorus.

She must labor and toil, etc., etc.

Chorus.

Hurrah! hurrah! the happy hour is near,

The list of prizes we shall hear,

And what our luck is will appear ;

Hurrah! hurrah! we anxiously await
To learn what has been sent by fate.
The numbers he will state.
The miller is feeling jolly,
He's ready for any folly,
Now's he's begun,

We'll have some fun,

He's certainly more than mellow;
But he is a jolly good fellow,

And each his friend

Our aid we'll lend,

Until the widow is won.

Miller.

I'm not intoxica-hic! toxica-hic! toxica-hic!

I'm not intoxicated, but I'm all right.

All.

Oh! he's not intoxica-hic! intoxica-hic! intoxica-hic!

Yes, not intoxicated, but he's all right.

Students.

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

Everybody.

Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

The miller is feeling jolly,

He's ready for any folly,

Now he's begun,

We'll have some fun;

He's certainly more than mellow,
But he is a jolly good fellow,

And each his friend

Our aid will lend,

Until the widow is won.

DUETT.

Where are you going, my pretty maid.

JACK AND JILL.

Jack.

Where are you going, my pretty maid?

Jill.

Down to the meadow to milk the cow.

Jack.

Can I go with you?

Jill.

No, not now;

When I send for thee then come thou.

Jack.

When you send for me—why not now?

Jill.

Oh but I'll send for thee,

This I vow!

Jack.

Wilt thou vow ?

Jack.

Oh, but I've love for you sincere,

Yes, I have love for you sincere.

Jill.

Oh, but you've love for me sincere,
Well I declare ! that is not clear.

Jack

I have a fortune, my pretty maid.

Jill.

Equal in wealth to you am I

Jack.

Where do you keep it?

Keep it? Why

Jill.

Sir, in my face,

My fortune lies,

Jack.

True, may I have

Thy treasured heart.

Jill.

Yes, if you love me.

Jack.

Mine thou art.

Jack.

Oh, but I've love for you sincere, etc.

Finale-Chorus.

Simon! Simon! it's that confounded Simon,

In he goes and up he goes ninety times high as the moon, no! Simon! Simon! we'll give a lesson to Simon —

And, at it's close we don't suppose,

He'll need another one soon.

Oh !

Oh! ever beware henceforth, nor dare

Your tricks on us to essay;

The mischief you wrought

Has punishment brought

In a terribly speedy way ;

If ever anew any trouble you brew,
Severe the penalty 'll be;

We'll toss you so high,

That you'll stay in the sky,

As a warning 'gainst being too free.

Simon! Simon! we've enough of Simon!

Up and down we've tossed the clown,

Ninety times high as the moon, ho!

Simon! Simon! we've taught a lesson to Simon!
And if he's wise-he'll cease his cries,

And sing to a different tune. Oh!

Jack and Jill, Eugene and Mary.

Now that we have wealthy grown,
Tho' separated we may be,

My heart shall still be all thine own,

And ever faithful beat alone for thee.

My love my love! my dearest love, is thee!

Chorus.

Repeat.

Jill.

Glad the life that now I'll lead, now I'll lead,

Fortune favors to me showing,

I'll have everything that's going,

I'm at last from worry freed.

Yes, indeed, yes, indeed,

Pleasure I'll alone be knowing,

As you may presume.

Chorus.

Glad the life that now she'll lead, etc.

Madam Piper.

-Oh! I'm a nappy widow as you readily may guess,

For my troubles now are over,

And all ended my distress;
Never more I'll have to labor,
But resume my proper rank
With an adequate sufficiency
Deposited in bank.

Cole.

And now that she has wealthy grown,

I claim her quickly as my own;

This money by chance hits the nail upon the head;

There's something left at last for me,

Her husband she again shall see,

And happy be, to hear I am not dead.