Bet and Prue, and Dolly and Celie,
Make your curtsey; lads! make a bow.
Chorus: Why should we be all the day toiling?
Lads and lasses along with me!
Done with drudgery, dust, and moiling,
Come along to the greenwood tree.
CHAPTER XXX. THE RIDE HOME.
When Julian Crymes had departed, it appeared to Anthony that the dance had lost its principal charm, and he wearied of it.