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(Enter Ralph.) Ralph. The Nightingale Sighed for the moon's bright ray, And told his tale In his own melodious way! He sang "Ah, well-a-day!" Chorus. He sang "Ah, well-a-day!" Ralph. The lowly vale For the mountain vainly sighed, To his humble wail The echoing hills replied. They sang "Ah, well-a-day!" Chorus. They sang "Ah, well-a-day!" Ralph. I know the value of a kindly chorus, But choruses yield little consolation When we have pain, and sorrow, too, before us! I love — and love, alas, above my station! Buttercup. He loves — and loves a lass above his station! Chorus. Yes, yes, the lass is much above his station! (Exit Little Buttercup.) |