Lift not the dark curtain from my life uncertain,
Hey, willow, waly, oh.
Then the play began to assume a sort of a plot; a bit incoherent, to be sure, but still enough of a thread to string songs upon.
The Burglar, proving to be a most kind gentleman, quite won the hearts of the inmates of Hilarity Hall, and they, in turn, grew so fond of him that they wished to be adopted. Their plea was that, all being nieces of the Burglar’s wife, he ought to give them a home.
This was musically set forth by solos and choruses to the old tune of “Solomon Levi.”
SOLOS AND CHORUS
Oh, I’m the capable Chaperon—
I’ll come at your command;
And I will rule with a rod of iron
This rollicking, frolicking band.