Chorus.
Den hearken to de music’s rapture,
Wid love our hearts begin to ache,
And since of us dey made a capture
We’ll show you how to make a break.
(Dance.)
Ike. Say, Pete, don’t you think it ’bout time dose festive shemales made deir appearance?
Pete. Ob course; but if dey didn’t hear us, what are we gwine to do?
Ike. I dunno. [Scratches his head.] Suppose we get a brick and throw it at de house; dat’ll bring dem out, and we will gib dem de grand surprise.
Pete. Dat’s so. [They retire R. and L., and producing imitation bricks throw them at the cottage. Music soft; Pete and Ike retire R. and L. Enter Rebecca and Clara from cottage. Pick up bricks.