Mee. Dat true? Ah! What Mee-Mee made for! De man dat mally me—gleat artis’!
[As she clings to him, the song of the bridal procession is heard approaching. They start and listen.
Students. [Without.]
Is the lily on the lake?
Is the bride wide awake?
Here’s a party come to take her home!
There’s a cosy bed to make,
There’s a rosy cake to bake,
And there’s honey, too, to take from the comb.
Mee. Now dey comin’ fo’ me!