Peg. Yes, yes!
Man. In the middle of it I gets myself knocked down outside, and groans and roars, “Help, help! thieves! murder!”
Woman (eagerly). Then everybody’ll run.
Man. Then everybody’ll run. Peg catches hold o’ little miss, runs her off. I say, “I’ll take care of yer.” Neat job, hey? (Rubs hands.)
Peg (briskly). Then I’ll lend her some of my clothes, ’cause they’s better for her, you know, an’ help her eat what’s in the buful basket; an’ she’ll be my little sister, an’ she’ll tramp with us (rises) an’ our merry, merry crew. (Sings. Old couple join in chorus, and all keep time with feet and hands.)
Oh! we’re a merry gypsy crew, Roaming all the country thro’,
Plenty to eat and little to do, Roaming thro’ the wildwood. Sing ri fa la li
lu li oh! Plenty to eat and little to do, Roaming thro’ the wildwood.
Want and care we never know: