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IN HONOUR ‘OF 
 
 the: nuptials 
 
 H.R.H. THE PRINCE OF WALES 
 
 H.R.Ii. THE PRINCESS ALEXANDRA. 
 
 ENTITLED 
 
 FREYA’S GIFT 
 
 THE WOEDS 
 
 By .T. OXENFQ-^17- 
 
 THE MUSIC 
 
 By a. A. MACFAREEN. 
 
 PRODUCED AT THE 
 
 ROYAL ENGLISH OPERA, COVENT GARDEN, 
 
 TUESDAY, MARCH 10th, 1863 1 . 
 
 PBICB SIXPENCE. 
 
 LONDON : 
 
 PUBLISHED AND SOLD IN THE THEATRE. 
 
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IN HONOUR OP 
 
 THE NUPTIALS 
 
 OP 
 
 II.R.H. THE PRINCE OF WALES 
 
 AND 
 
 H.R.H. THE PRINCESS ALEXANDRA. 
 
 ENTITLED 
 
 THE WOEDS 
 
 By J. OXENFORD, 
 
 THE MUSIC 
 
 By GL A. MACFARREN. 
 
 PRODUCED AT THE 
 
 SOYAL ENGLISH OPERA, COVENT GARDEN, 
 
 TUESDAY, MARCH 10th, 1863. 
 
 3? R I C IC SIXPENCE. 
 
 LONDON : 
 
 PUBLISHED AND SOLD IN THE THEATRE. 
 
 1863. 
 
 N.B. — The Right of Translation is reserved* 
 
NOTICE TO MANAGERS. 
 
 Miss Louisa Pyne and Mr. W . Harrison having purchased 
 this Work, with the exclusive acting and singing right, all 
 applications must be made to them in writing for permission 
 to perform or sing the same, or any part thereof. 
 
 Royal English Opera, 
 
 Tuesday, March 10 th, 1863. 
 

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 THE STAGE REPRESENTS THE ENGLISH COAST, 
 WHICH IS OVERHUNG BY A DENSE MIST. 
 
 THE FOLLOWING- 
 
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 IS SUNG BEHIND THE SCENES. 
 
 By a heavy mist is the land oppress’d, 
 
 We are lull’d to quiet that is not rest ; 
 
 Not only ’tis dark to our drooping eyes, 
 
 But e’en on our souls the darkness lies. 
 
 Bise in thy power, thou golden sun, 
 
 Quick this cumbrous mist disperse, 
 
 Which the earth’s dull vapours nurse ; 
 
 Let our hearts grow bright 
 In thy welcome light. 
 
 Sorrow and cloud will thy presence shun. 
 
 [The mist gradually disperses. 
 
 A sense of life is waking. 
 
 The dusky veil is shaking, 
 
 Lighter it grows — ’tis breaking. 
 
 ’Tis rent away ! 
 
 Scarcely do its shreds appear, 
 
 Upon yon sky so clear, 
 
 Behold the day ! 
 
 [An extensive view of the sea, bounded by white 
 cliffs , is revealed. Close to the beach are some 
 ancient Danish ships, with grotesque figure- 
 heads. From one of them descends Fkeya, the 
 Goddess of Love and Peace. 
 
Freya, the harbinger of bliss, is here, 
 
 Your drooping hearts to cheer. 
 
 Hither I come 
 
 From my northern home, 
 
 Where lands ever laden with ice and snow, 
 Warm’d by the flash of my glances glow. 
 
 My laugh is the light of Odin’s hall; 
 
 Love, plenty and happiness come at my call; 
 Blessings on the earth I pour 
 In a golden show’r. 
 
 Songs of joy I ever sing — 
 
 Now, a precious gift I bring — 
 
 You, England well can prize its worth — 
 
 This fairest Princess of the North, 
 
 To whom Walhalla’s Gods accord 
 The pow’r to solace and reward. 
 
 She, upon this happy day, 
 
 Becomes the bride of one you love with a devotion 
 deep, 
 
 Changing this early season into May: 
 
 Of one, for whom within her heart 
 Britain a place will keep 
 Warm, ever glowing, 
 
 Next to his royal mother, knowing 
 The two cannot be lov’d apart. 
 
 Accept the gift, let England sigh no more, 
 
 But be a merry England as of yore. 
 
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 When those you love are smiling near, 
 
 Then bright becomes the world around ; 
 
 But when there’s nought within to cheer, 
 
 No outward solace may be found. 
 
 In search of bliss without alloy, 
 
 To fancied realms you need not roam, 
 
 Those who would look for tranquil joy, 
 
 May find it in an English home. 
 
 Fame, wealth, and honour, what are they I 
 The heart can little feel their worth, 
 
 Unless ’tis lighted by the ray 
 
 That beams upon the friendly hearth. 
 
 At sorrow’s sigh — at anger’s frown 
 
 They turn to nought, like scatter’d foam : 
 
 But priceless are they -when they crown 
 A home of joy — an English home. 
 
 [Wh en the ballad is ended . Frey A waves her hand 
 and retires , and a trowp of peasants gaily 
 dressed enter on each side : some execute a rustic 
 dance during the following chorus. 
 
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 Arouse thee, merry England, 
 
 With a hearty will and strong: 
 
 ’Tis holiday, 
 
 Let all be gay, 
 
 With revel dance and song. 
 
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 Our England was a merry spot 
 They say in times of old ; 
 
 And have we all our mirth forgot 
 In seeking after gold ] 
 
 No! No! No! 
 
 We have not — as we’ll show, 
 
 With a hearty will and strong ; 
 
 By revel dance and song. 
 
 ’Twere a heavy shame, 
 
 Should Britons now 
 Wear a clouded brow, 
 
 Nor seek to recover the ancient name ! 
 
 This shall be merry England, 
 
 Yes ! merry, merry England, 
 
 Of which our fathers oft have told — 
 
 Yes! merry England as of old! 
 
 Our sovereign bids us rejoice, 
 
 And the echo shall shout with a loyal voice. 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, &c., &c. 
 
 Hail ! hail ! to the royal pair— 
 
 Free from trouble, free from care. 
 
 May their course through life be fair, 
 
 And all the land the blessings share. 
 
 Love, attended by Peace and Plenty, and 'preceded by Peasants 
 in holiday attire, is followed by Hymen ; with him are two 
 Maidens bearing Silken Pennons o/’England and Denmark. 
 
 Spring, with young Girls carrying flowers, succeeds them; and 
 Music, Poetry, and History are among the train. 
 
 Freya is welcomed by Britannia. Freya gives her “ Great 
 Bright Necklace ” — emblem of Love and Peace — to Bri- 
 tannia. They entwine the Silken Pennons of the two Nations. 
 
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 The Danish National Air. — Chorus. 
 
 With shouts of welcome we receive 
 Our Albert’s bride ; 
 
 Long, long among us may she live, 
 
 A nation’s joy and pride. 
 
 Good angels bless with happiness 
 Our Albert’s bride ; 
 
 And on her head benignant pour 
 Of all delights an ample store, 
 
 With shouts of joy we greetour Albert’sbride. 
 
 Freya. 
 
 Heav’n all its bounties shed 
 On royal Albert’s head, 
 
 And guard his bride. 
 Let ev’ry moment prove 
 They are all ills above ; 
 Strong in their people’s love, 
 Their people’s pride. 
 
8 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 God save our gracious Queen, 
 Long live our noble Queen ; 
 
 God save the Queen. 
 Send her victorious, 
 
 Happy and glorious, 
 
 Long to reign over us, 
 
 God save the Queen. 
 
 LIurrah — hurrah ! 
 
 O U RTAI N , 
 
 Nassau Steara Press— W. S. Johnson and Co., 60, St. Martin’s Lane, W.C. 
 

 
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