Moonlight hours in my opinion,
Is the time for love.
Chorus.—Tra la la, Miss Tirzah,
Tra la la, Miss Allen,
Tra la la, tra la la,
My dear young maid.
Sam. Josiah Allen, if you make another move I’ll part with you. It does beat all how you act. Do you think it is any comfort for me to lay here and hear it? You was young once yourself.
Jos. Throw that in my face ag’in will you? What if I wuz? Oh! do hear him beginnin’ agin. I should like to know what comfort there is in his prowlin’ round here, makin’ two old folks lay all night in perfect agony.
Sam. It hain’t much after midnight, and if it was, do you calcolate to go through life without any trouble? If you do you’ll find yourself mistaken. (Shakespeare sings to the same tune.)
When I think of thee, thou lovely dame