The meads drink up the rain,
The kine eat up the grass,
And man feeds on the kine,
And love on man, alas.
So about and about! fa, la!
And there’s a good light step to that tune, which Ip pthink I can do as well as any I have seen. (Dances and sings.)
So about and about! fa, la!
So about and about! fa, la! etc.
Re-enter Flora, who watches him awhile and then laughs aloud.
Fl. Ha! ha!
Well fancy, Tristram! dancing all alone!