Moves the gay crowd of people old and young)
The bird-like chirp of the old Saxon tongue!
The women seem half weary and half gay,
Their eyes droop in a melancholy way,—
I have not seen a merry face to-day.
A BISHOP
Ther's a smart hoss you're riding, brother!
How are things looking, down with you?
SECOND BISHOP
Not over bright with one nor 'tother,