Chorus of Bridesmaids

Fair is Rose as bright May-day;
Soft is Rose as the warm west-wind;
Sweet is Rose as the new-mown hay —
Rose is queen of maiden-kind!
Rose, all glowing
With virgin blushes, say —
Is anybody going
To marry you to-day?

Solo — Zorah

Every day, as the days roll on,
Bridesmaids' garb we gaily don,
Sure that a maid so fairly famed
Can't long remain unclaimed.
Hour by hour and day by day,
Several months have passed away,
Though she's the fairest flower that blows,
No one has married Rose!