Duet (The Squire and Edmunds)
Squire. Listen, though I do not fear you,
Listen to me, ere we part.
Edmunds. List to you! Yes, I will hear you.
Squire. Yours alone is Lucy’s heart,
I swear it, by that Heav’n above me.
Edmunds. What! can I believe my ears!
Could I hope that she still loves me?
Squire. Banish all these doubts and fears,
If a love were e’er worth gaining,
If love were ever fond and true,
No disguise or passion feigning,
Such is her young love for you.
Squire. Listen, though I do not fear you,
Listen to me, ere we part.
Edmunds. List to you! yes, I will hear you,
Mine alone is her young heart.
Lucy’s Song
How beautiful at eventide
To see the twilight shadows pale,
Steal o’er the landscape, far and wide,
O’er stream and meadow, mound and dale.
How soft is Nature’s calm repose
When ev’ning skies their cool dews weep:
The gentlest wind more gently blows,
As if to soothe her in her sleep!
The gay morn breaks,
Mists roll away,
All Nature awakes
To glorious day.
In my breast alone
Dark shadows remain;
The peace it has known
It can never regain.
Chorus
Join the dance, with step as light
As ev’ry heart should be to-night;
Music, shake the lofty dome,
In honour of our Harvest Home.

Join the dance, and banish care,
All are young, and gay, and fair;
Even age has youthful grown,
In honour of our Harvest Home.
Join the dance, bright faces beam,
Sweet lips smile, and dark eyes gleam;
All these charms have hither come,
In honour of our Harvest Home.
Join the dance, with step as light,
As ev’ry heart should be to-night;
Music shake the lofty dome
In honour of our Harvest Home.
Quintet
No light bound
Of stag or timid hare,
O’er the ground
Where startled herds repair,
Do we prize
So high, or hold so dear,
As the eyes
That light our pleasures here.

No cool breeze
That gently plays by night,
O’er calm seas,
Whose waters glisten bright;
No soft moan
That sighs across the lea,
Harvest Home,
Is half so sweet as thee!

LYRIC FROM
‘THE LAMPLIGHTER’
A FARCE
1838