Prin. Well, these are nice young ladies, on my word—
Cyril. (to Florian). Don’t you remember that old laughing song,
That he and we would troll in unison,
At the Three Pigeons—just when daylight broke?
I’ll give it you!
Song, Cyril, Air—Laughing Song from “Manon Lescaut.”
A young and earnest reader,
Once with a special pleader,
Was reading for the bar,
Ha! ha! ha! ha!