Rom. Why, that of giving you a serenade.
(“Mocking Bird,” Whistling serenade, by Romeo.)
Song, “Juliet.” Air, “Listen to the Mocking Bird.”
My father now has spoken, has spoken, has spoken,
My father now has spoken,
And the whistling lad is ringing in my ear.
I feel like one heart-broken, heart-broken, heart-broken,
I feel like one heart-broken,
For my Romey can no longer linger here.
Listen to the whistling lad,