In England, the garden of beauty is kept By a dragon of prudery, placed within call; But so oft this unamiable dragon has slept, That the garden's but carelessly watch'd after all. Oh! they want the wild sweet briery fence, Which round the flowers of Erin dwells, Which warms the touch, while winning the sense, Nor charms us least when it most repels. Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, Through this world whether eastward or westward you roam, When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round, Oh! remember the smile which adorns her at home. In France, when the heart of a woman sets sail, On the ocean of wedlock its fortune to try, wn Love seldom goes far in a vessel so frail, But just pilots her off, and then bids her good-bye! While the daughters of Erin keep the boy Ever smiling beside his faithful oar, Through billows of woe and beams of joy The same as he look'd when he left the shore. Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, Through this world whether eastward or westward you roam, When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round Oh! remember the smile which adorns her at home. MY HEART AND LUTE. I GIVE thee all, I can no more, A lute, whose gentle song reveals w And, better far, a heart that feels I give thee all, I can no more, My heart and lute are all the store Though love and song may fail, alas! If ever care his discord flings O'er life's enchanted strain, Let love but gently touch the strings, 'Twill all be sweet again. I give thee all, &c. BLACK-EYED SUSAN ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, The streamers waving in the wind, When black-eyed Susan came board on "Oh! where shall I my true love find? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, Does my sweet William sail among your crew?" William, who, high upon the yard, Rock'd with the billows to and fro; Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below. The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And, quick as lightning, on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high poised in air, sweet. "Oh! Susan! Susan! lovely dear! My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear— We only part to meet again. Change, as ye list, ye winds-my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. "Believe not what the landsmen say, Who tempt, with doubts, thy con stant mind: They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find— Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so; For thou art present wheresoe'er I go. "If to far India's coast we sail, Thine eyes are seen in diamonds Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale; Thus every beauteous object that I view, "Though battle calls me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Susan mourn; Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms, William shall to his dear return : Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye." The boatswain gave the dreadful word-The sails their swelling bosonis spread |