Sun may shine, or winds may blow;
All the same we come and go,
Roaming through the wildwood.
Sing ri fa la li lu li oh!
Plenty to eat, and little to do,
Roaming through the wildwood.
Scene III.—Enter Flora and Elsie, hand in hand. Both have flowers; and Elsie carries a pretty lunch-basket.
Flora. What pretty flowers there were in that meadow! Why, I wanted every one!
Elsie. Then we’d have to fetch a wagon to carry them home in, I guess.
Flora. A wagonful of flowers! What would mamma say to that, I wonder?