_Steamer on the Sound._
LUCY. How keiyind it was to give us free passes to our cottage by the
sea.
CLEONI. _I_ don't see it in that light.
LUCY. But when once more--
_Enter_ GIMFRISKY, _singing, "Will you come into my parlor, my pretty
little fly?"_
[_Here the stage simultaneously opens, and the noble steamer sinks out
of sight, leaving only the top of one of the smoke-pipes in view, from
which emerges_ BILLY BIRCH, _who sings to slow and solemn music_:
"Down, down, down, Derry down,"
"Tho' lost to sight, to memory dear."]
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