Scene III.
(A voice is heard in the distance.)
Tralala, tralala! little mother, here am I!
Tralala, tralala! bringing luck and jollity!
(Rather nearer.)
O, for you and me, poor mother,
every day is like the other;
with a big hole in the purse,
and in the stomach an even worse.
Tralala, tralala!