"Merridew?"
This next I have from Billy Izzard. He tells me that all at once I sprang to my feet and cried, in a huge and boisterous voice that drowned everything else, "Never mind, Aschael—chorus—all together!—"
"'Why—don't—you marry the girl?
D'you want—the poor thing to die?
You can see—she's gone—upon you
By the twin-kle in—her eye!
La—la la—sing up!
Take the tip—go on, Aschael!—
I've been—watching your game—
Why don't you marry the gal?'"