Cherry & Fair Star : Or The Singing Apple, The Talking Bird, And The Dancing Waters A Grand Comic Christmas Annual |
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SCENE VII.
—THE SNOW MOUNTAINS IN THE FROZEN REGIONS.The Little Green Bird, Cherry, and Kyd discovered.
Cherry.
We've had, at least, a blowing up for going
'Mongst these snow mountains, that is worth one's knowing.
Kyd.
It's all right, master, still the fairies guide you,
Look! there's the little Talking-Bird beside you.
Bird.
Who touches me, quick petrified is seen.
You can't touch me—I'm not so very green.
Kyd.
Sprinkling some salt upon your tail might do it.
Bird.
For that assault you have dearly had to rue it.
Cherry.
Oh! fie! my pet, some other plan we'll try.
Bird.
Beware! take care!—or you will pet-ri-fy.
Cherry.
I must have you, and then my task is done.
Poll! what's o'clock? Poor Poll!—
Bird.
It's just struck one.
[Cherry is petrified.
Enter Fair Star.
Fair S.
By love directed, hither have I flown.
Alas! too late, see! both are turned to stone.
From Cherry's fate the bird might surely snatch him.
Apple.
Sing him a song, and, whilst he listens, catch him.
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I thank my friend, who that same hint let fall;
Though whence it came, I've no idea at all.
SONG, Fair Star.—Air, ‘Cruiskeen Lawn.’
They may sing about a bird,
Of which no one ever heard,
But to me it has occurred, on this morn,
To mind, among these beeches
The finest of its species,
Which I can't leave to mourn, forlorn-lorn-lorn.
Crammer! creeping dusk in, I'm all over goose-skin;
Not quite knowing whose skin his family adorn,
I must make that bird my prize ere he's gone.
Lumps of sugar you shall see,
In your cage provided be,
If you'll only come with me every morn,
Fresh groundsel, too, I'll bring,
If you like that sort of thing,
And all day you're free to sing, on the lawn, lawn, lawn.
Crammer! creeping dusk in, &c.
Of which no one ever heard,
But to me it has occurred, on this morn,
To mind, among these beeches
The finest of its species,
Which I can't leave to mourn, forlorn-lorn-lorn.
Crammer! creeping dusk in, I'm all over goose-skin;
Not quite knowing whose skin his family adorn,
I must make that bird my prize ere he's gone.
Lumps of sugar you shall see,
In your cage provided be,
If you'll only come with me every morn,
Fresh groundsel, too, I'll bring,
If you like that sort of thing,
And all day you're free to sing, on the lawn, lawn, lawn.
Crammer! creeping dusk in, &c.
Bird.
That's rather pretty—wakeful I can't keep,
All sentimental ballads make me sleep.
Apple.
Secure him now, he has no power to hurt you.
Water.
To liberate the others, I have virtue.
[Reanimates Cherry & Kyd.
Enter King, Queen, Feintise, and Guards.
Queen.
We are on their track, we have them with their prizes.
Cherry.
But, King—
Queen.
Pooh! pooh! he says whatever I says.
Here is the Apple, Bird, and Dancing Water.
Bird.
Forbear, King Whiteheart, Fair Star is your daughter—
Prince Cherry is her cousin, long unknown—
Stolen, that Blackheart might possess her throne.
Queen.
Nay, then, my guards, down with the constitution,
I'll triumph yet, I'll have a revolution.
[Guards seize King, Cherry, and Feintise.
Fair S.
The star upon my forehead! If you are near,
Fairy, who placed it, forrard and appear.
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