St. Nicholas Book of Plays & OperettasCentury Company, 1900 - 231 ¶ |
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ballad beautiful BEES'-WINGS Big Bugaboo BO-PEEP Bobby Shaftoe BOY BLUE CHORUS Cinderella Claus of Somewhereland costume CURLY-LOCKS curtain dancing dear DICK Dicky Dot door DOTTY DREAM PRINCESS Dream Sprites Dreamland's sod dress Enter ETHEL face FAIRY PRINCE Fairy Queen Fairyland False Sir Santa feet head heart Hurrah JACK FROST JACK HORNER JESTER Jumping-Jack LADY G Land of Nod Lantern little girl Little Mignonette Little Miss Muffet look Lord Magic Sword Mary Jane merry MISS MUFFET MISTRESS MARY MONEYBAGS Mother Hubbard night Night-moth o'er OLD DOLLS Old Mother Hubbard old Santa Claus OPERETTAS Picture play ring ROSALINE Rose-sprite round Sand Says the King scene SECOND DWARF side SIMPLE SIMON sing Sir Santa Claus SIX LITTLE SLEEPY-HEADS sleep song stand stockings sweet tell thee There's thou tra-la-la verse WANDERING JEW wears Whooping-cough WIFE
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²Ä 118 ¶ - He was chubby and plump¡X a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
²Ä 145 ¶ - Come, bring with a noise, My merry, merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing ; While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free, And drink to your hearts
²Ä 20 ¶ - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of Heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. "O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
²Ä 20 ¶ - ... shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, ¡X Their trampling sounded nearer. "O, haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
²Ä 21 ¶ - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter ! ¡X oh my daughter...
²Ä 20 ¶ - And, by my word! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry : So, though the waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry.
²Ä 19 ¶ - By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of Heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer.
²Ä 197 ¶ - A definite idea is introduced to the youthful mind, when you speak of him who took little children in his arms and blessed them.
²Ä 19 ¶ - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride ¡X Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
²Ä 118 ¶ - His eyes ¡X how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.