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THE LILY AND ZEPHYR.
Lo! when the showers descending
Seems with woe oppressed!
Whelm each lucid leaf:
O'er the blooming plain,
Newly wash'd with rain!
Blowing drops away,
TELL ME MY HEART.
Tell me my heart, why morning prime,
Shall tell, shall tell, the soul to grieve; The heaving bosom seems to say.
Ah! hapless maid, your loves away,
Why Flora's beauties seem to blow,
Some zephyr whispers in my ear,
Our skeep shearing over, surround the gay board,
From that staple, the wool, all our consequence springs
The woolsack is next to the throne;
It a freedom secures both to peasants and kings, Which in no other country is known.
It guards us awake, and preserves us asleep, Night and day then thank Heaven that gave us the sheep.
When bleak piercing winter comes on with a frown,
Wrapt in wool, we look round us and smile.
Then how with the truth a fair pace can we keep,
For it never forsakes us, nay, after we're dead,
Nay more, if the sheep, while it ranges our fields,
Faithful still to the last, to the butcher it yields, And for daily nourishment-dies.
Thus, living or dead, we its benefits reapThen ye sheep shearers, sing your true friend, the poor sheep.
OUR SHIP IN PORT.
Our ship in port, our anchor cast,
The tempest hushed, and calmed the main, We little think of danger past,
Nor that we ne'er may meet again;
Though hard our toil, and peril great,
Our hours of ease but short and few,
But each fond moment past renew.
NO JOY WITHOUT MY LOVE.
Who waft the sighs of love,
Fly swift, ye zephyrs,
As fleet as fancy move,
Oh, tell her o'er my mind
And if an ear she deign,
And if a smile reply,
Then, farewell, my trim-built wherry,
Shall poor Thomas take a spell.
With a sigh, may ery-poor Tom.
By that eye which eclipses the star's playful light, By those teeth which may rival the pearl's glossy
By a shape Nature formed to distribute delight, Your Strephen is faithful, sweet Mary ;
By that mind which to science the gods have inclined,
By those wonderful talents which taste has refined, To the youth who adores lovely Mary! If a temper more smooth than the Po's glassy
United to cheerfulness, claims no esteem,
But sure as existence is more than a dream, And as sure as this excellence must meet esteem, So sure is poor Strephon in love to extreme With the charming, the elegant Mary!
My name's Justice Quorum, I'm lord of this village,
I don't always hear both sides, which strange may
To those that don't know that I'm deaf of one ear. A man feed me once with a small bag of barley, His opponent brought six beautiful geese to parley: Goosey carried the cause, when the chandler of
Cried, I gave you some barley, and on you de pended;