Students. Hurrah! hurrah! she is a happy widow, And envy her, her happiness, there's none of us that can, But tho' they're now above us, We're sure her daughters love us, And still to win them for our wives we'll plan. Sweet Piper. Oh! now for perfect happiness, We'll gratify our taste for dress, What e'er we wish for, we'll possess, If money can it buy. With neat coupe and lady's maid, With sealskin sacque and rich brocade, And puggy dogs we'll be arrayed, And envious rivals we'll defy; ACT II. ETIQUETTE SONG Madam Piper. When you meet his royal highness, Sweet P's. When we meet his royal highness, We will simulate a shyness That will give us added grace. Madam P. You should turn your heads aside, Lest your blushes be espied, And your faces you should hide Street P's. Our faces we will hide, Like any blushing bride, So none our looks may scan. Madam P. Two steps forward, one step back, Then you courtesy most sedately. Sweet P's. Then we courtesy most sedately. Madam P. That your mien may nothing lack, Fan yourselves in manner stately. Sweet P's. Fan ourselves in manner stately, Adding to our graces greatly. "That we fancy is the style of thing, Pretty faces Witching graces, Fall in love with some of us-we're sure, we Think to make him, Smiling sweetly at his ev'ry word, "Tho' it may be utterly absurd ; If his heart Be touched by art, We're certain in our toils to take him Dance. FRIAR'S LAMENT. Oh! dull and dreary is the life, A wandering Friar leads; He knows no joy-of child or wife, But ever tells his beads. His bed, alas! too often is The cold and stony ground; In prayers and fast his time is past, His happiness is found; Palace gates or prison doors he enters in, Charity, from every one he tries to win.. Life is one eternal strife With poverty and endless sin, Still he labors patiently, And daily grows more thin. Chorus. For filled with learning, Danger spurning, Nothing possessing but his guitar; Yet free and easy, Certain to please, he Roams the world at his will near and far. Yes, roams the world with his guitar.. TRIO AND CHORUS. Jack, Eugene and Julian. Jack. No matter what others may say, It's always been my belief, And day is the time for grief. Eugene. The sun's an inquisitive fellow, Who cannot a secret keep; But the moon, ah! she'll never tell, oh! What she sees when the world's asleep. Julian. She laughs at what she sees, While the stars are smiling too; For men may do what they please, She'll ever to them be true. Chorus. So give me the night and the morn's pale light,. For the cream of the fun of the world is done. Jack. All lovers the night befriends, While tenderest tales are told.. Eugene. The moon by a cloud may be hidden, But they're listening all unbidden, And they smile at what they hear. For the story's still the same, Of a love that ne'er will fade; And kisses that none can blame, Are given by moon-beams' aid. So give me the night and the moon's pale light, For the cream of the fun of the world is done BANBURY CROSS. Sprat. Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, To see an old woman ride on a white horse; She 's rings on her fingers, And bells on her toes, And she will have music Wherever she goes. |