SHE. Gentle sir, although to marry I design— (Hey, but he’s hopeful, willow, willow waly!) As yet I do not know you, and so I must decline. Hey, willow waly O! To other maidens go you— As yet I do not know you, Hey, willow waly O! LIFE IS LOVELY ALL THE YEAR WHEN the buds are blossoming, Smiling welcome to the spring, Lovers choose a wedding day— Life is love in merry May! Spring is green—Fal lal la! Summer’s rose—Fal lal la! It is sad when Summer goes, Fal la! Autumn’s gold—Fal lal la! Winter’s grey—Fal lal la! Winter still is far away— Fal la! Leaves in Autumn fade and fall; Winter is the end of all. Spring and summer teem with glee: Spring and summer, then, for me! Fal la! In the Spring-time seed is sown: In the Summer grass is mown: In the Autumn you may reap: Winter is the time for sleep. Spring is hope—Fal lal la! Summer’s joy—Fal lal la! Spring and Summer never cloy, Fal la! Autumn, toil—Fal lal la! Winter, rest—Fal lal la! Winter, after all, is best— Fal la! Spring and summer pleasure you, Autumn, ay, and winter, too— Every season has its cheer; Life is lovely all the year! Fal la! THE USHER’S CHARGE NOW, Jurymen, hear my advice— All kinds of vulgar prejudice I pray you set aside: With stern judicial frame of mind— From bias free of every kind, This trial must be tried! Oh, listen to the plaintiff’s case: Observe the features of her face— The broken-hearted bride! Condole with her distress of mind— From bias free of every kind, This trial must be tried! And when amid the plaintiff’s shrieks, The ruffianly defendant speaks— Upon the other side; What _he_ may say you need not mind— From bias free of every kind, This trial must be tried! THE GREAT OAK TREE THERE grew a little flower ’Neath a great oak tree: When the tempest ’gan to lower Little heeded she: No need had she to cower, For she dreaded not its power— She was happy in the bower Of her great oak tree! Sing hey, Lackaday! Let the tears fall free For the pretty little flower and the great oak tree!