Daughter, daughter,
My sweet daughter!
Love is at hand, my daughter!

The third part of the game is seldom played. If it is not bed-time,
or tea-time, or dinner-time, or school-time, by this time at all
events the players have grown weary of the game, which is tiresomely
long; and most likely they will decide to play something else, such
as Bertha Gentle Lady, or The Busy Lass, or Gypsy, Gypsy, Raggetty
Loon!, or The Crock of Gold, or Wayland, Shoe me my Mare!--which are
all good games in their way, though not, like The Spring-Green Lady,
native to Adversane. But I did once have the luck to hear and see
The Lady played in entirety--the children had been granted leave to
play "just one more game" before bed-time, and of course they chose
the longest and played it without missing a syllable.

(The Ladies, in yellow dresses, stand again in a ring about The
Emperor's Daughter, and are for the last time accosted by The Singer
with his lute.)

THE WANDERING SINGER
Lady, lady, my apple-gold lady,
May I come into your orchard, lady?
For the fruit is now on the apple-bough,
And the moon is up and the lawn is shady,
Lady, lady,
My fair lady,
O my apple-gold lady!

THE LADIES