[left facing page] Shall we not mention that bright land Where parting words are never spoken And love is not a brittle bond So lightly spoken?
Shall we not all meet there to love With love that has no trembling fears; In that dear home far far above This land of tears? [Romelia?] I hope so
[right facing page] I'm handsome, I'm young, and I've got plenty of money, I'll make a good partner, will you have me my honey?
I'm gay as a lark, and brisk as a bee, Then my pretty maid, won't you fancy me.
Oh, my own life! why should a single day, A moment keep me from those arms away.