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Chorus of Fairies.
Tripping hither, tripping thither,
Nobody knows why or whither;
Why you want us we don't know,
But you've summoned us, and so
Enter all the little fairies
To their usual tripping measure!
To oblige you all our care is—
Tell us, pray, what is your pleasure!
Streph. | The lady of my love has caught me talking to another— |
All. | Oh, fie! Strephon is a rogue! |
Streph. | I tell her very plainly that the lady is my mother— |
All. | Taradiddle, taradiddle, tol lol lay! |
Streph. | She won't believe my statement, and declares we must be parted, |
All. | Taradiddle, taradiddle, tol lol lay! |
Queen. | Ah, cruel ones, to part two faithful lovers from each other! |
All. | Oh, fie! Strephon is a rogue! |
Queen. | You've done him an injustice, for the lady is his mother! |
All. | Taradiddle, taradiddle, tol lol lay! |
Lord Ch. (aside.) | That fable perhaps may serve his turn as well as any other. |
All. | Taradiddle, taradiddle, tol lol lay! |
Lord Toll. | I've often had a use |
All. | He says she is his mother, and he's four or five-and-twenty! |
Lord Mount. | Now listen, pray, to me, |
All. | To say she is his mother is an utter bit of folly! |