[The other three come in. The DAUGHTER has found from somewhere a cap with a red feather in it. They stand in a row opposite the MOTHER, and to the FIDDLER'S accompaniment sing a merry song.]
TOGETHER. The cuckoo comes in April,
Sings his song in May,
Changes his tune in the middle of June,
And then he flies away.
HE. The cuckoo comes when April's here—
He is not very good, I fear.
He goes and takes another nest—
Perhaps he does it for the best.
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!...
SHE. When April's over he begins
Repenting of his former sins;
From tree to tree he takes his way,
But this is all he finds to say:
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!...
HE. By June he gets a trifle flat,
Which is not to be wondered at,
And critical observers note
A huskiness about the throat.
(Huskily) Cuckoo! Cuckoo!...
SHE. Alas! he does not stay for long,
But other birds take up the song
Of summer gently following
The wild and happy days of Spring.
Cuckoo!
(The TALKER conducts with his pipe in his hand, and hums "La, la, la!" to himself. He pipes the chorus with them. At the conclusion they all bow or curtsey deeply to the MOTHER.)
MOTHER (half laughing, half crying). Oh!
TALKER (suddenly and dramatically, holding up his hand). Listen!
EVERYBODY. What?
TALKER. Didn't I hear somebody say "cider"?
(It is eight days later when we see them again. The DAUGHTER is at the spinet, playing an accompaniment to the song which she and the SINGER are sharing for the moment.)
SHE. He does not know I love him,
He does not care;
The sky is blue above him,
The road is there
For those who dare—
Alas! why should he care?
HE. She does not know I love her,
She does not know;
The sky is blue above her,
The soft winds blow
Where violets grow—
Alas! how should she know?
TOGETHER. Yet those who sing
About the Spring
All say it should bring
Two lovers together!
Oh where, oh where
Will you find a pair
So matched as you and I, love?
Come rain or shine,
Come wet or fine,
If you are mine
What matter the weather?
Oh take my hand
And kiss me and
Confess that you are my love.
HE. She does not know I love her—
Ah yes, she knows;
The sky is blue above her,
The buds disclose
The first wild rose—
Ah yes, she knows, she knows!
SHE. He cares not that I love him—
Ah yes, he cares;
The sky is blue above him,
A thrush declares
The world is theirs—
Ah yes, how much he cares!
TOGETHER. For those who sing, etc.