Forget your notes
Of mournful lay,
And from your throats
Pour joy to-day.
For to-day young Alexis—young Alexis Pointdextre
Is betrothed to Aline—to Aline Sangazure,
And that pride of his sex is—of his sex is to be next her,
At the feast on the green—on the green, oh, be sure!
Ring forth, ye bells, etc.
[At the end of chorus, exeunt the Men into house.