Do re mi fa sol la si do,
Do si la sol fa mi re do.
Come, begin and follow me,
’Tis down upon the board, you see;
Young ladies turn your heads this way,
Look on the board, the board, I say!
PUPILS.
Do mi re fa sol si la do,—
MASTER.
Stop! now is that the way you’d go?
Where are your eyes and ears to-night?
Cannot you sing two notes aright?
A SWALLOW ON THE EAVES.
What is the matter down below?
What dreadful clatter, do you know?
SWALLOW’S MATE.
It is a singing school, my dear,
There’s do re mi, pray don’t you hear?
SWALLOW.