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Show VII. Chorus, by School (Jikls. Mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly, dance and sing, Drive all cares, all cares a-way, Mer-ri-ly, make the wol-kin ring, Sing to the Queen of May. Sor-row shall not crowd our nvjrth, Joy shall reign su-preine: And of all our joy-ous strains, May shall be the theme. Mcr-ri-ly. mer-ri-ly, dance and sing, Drive all care, all care a-way. Mer-ri-lv make the wel-kin rin. f Sing to the queen of May, Win-ter, grim win-ter, His i-cy seep-ter yield-ins: Sutn-mer, bland simt-mer, Her pow-er isglad-ly wield itig. Flow'rets. sweet Movv'rets, Thy prcs-ence warm-ly greet-ing, Lav-irjg their off'rings. Most hum-bly at their feet. (Repeat) VIII. Chorus: fiy School (Iikls. Come hith-er. tini-id min-strel, And join our nier-ry throng. For-get to-day your troub-les, In iner-ry dance arid song. Nay. turn thee not from hith-er. Thou'rt wear-y, wan and sad. Hut join our mer-ry gath'r'mg And we'll make thy heart glad. Min-strel, min strel, hith-er come. For-get to-day your troub-les and join our nier-ry throng. Solo and Chorus: Florence Stanley and School Gikls. Why these strains of in-ward sor-row? Why these ac-cents sad and wild? Han-ish cares un-til to-mor-row, liy our dancu and song be-guiled. Kan-ish care un-til the mor-row. I!v our dance and song be-guiled. Why have iuer-cy? why have pit-)? poor maid! We should shun thee, we de-spise thee! Poor maid! poor maid! poor maid! Come hith-er, tim-id min-strel, And join our mer-ry throng. For-get to-day your tioub-les, In live-ly dance and song, Come hith-er, tim-id min-strel. And join our mer-ry throng: Hith-er, hith-er, min-strel, come. IX. Recitative, Duet and Chorus. Oh. what can thus dis-tress her, Oh, what op-press her hearty What, oh, what can thus qis-tress her? What can dis-tress her? What can dis-tress her! Flor-ence, Flor-ence here! Oh. what can thus dis-tress her? Oh, what op-press her heart? What, Oh, what, can thusdis-tress her! What can op-press her heart? X. Chorus: Victoria. Vic-to-ri-a! vic-to-ri-a! vic-to-ri-a! vie- to-ri-a! vic-to-ri-a! vic-to-ri-a! Vic-to-ri-a! vic-to-ri-a! We have our mer-ry queen a-gain. Vic-to-ri-a! vic-to-ri-a! Our pray-ers then were not i" vain, No lonir-er shall she be a-loue, Up-on her loft-y frag-rant throne: No long-er shall she be a-lone. Up-on her lof-tv throne. Hut she, from us so cru-el-ly part-ed. And she so true, so no-ble heart-ed, Shall joint-ly 1111 the May queen's throne, Shall joint-ly fill the May queen's throne. And she from us so cru-el-ly part-ed. And she o true, so no-ble heart-ed. |