Wait—My fiddler here is cousin to the widow's dead man.
Robin (relenting)—What says't thou, Long John and Watt and Jolly Tuck, how would ye like to join this band of Waits for once and sing like Christians to the widow's brats?
Tuck (deep bass)—Ay, 't would be well for once to use the lore I once knew well. I'll go.
Long John—I'll go.
Watt—I'll go, but I can only buzz.
(They advance together towards house grouping towards right, leaving house in full view of audience, who see many children at a lighted window, but not one looking out.)
(They sing after more tuning of instruments)—
Good King Wenceslas.
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