For 'tis thump, thump, scrub, scrub,
Scold, scold, away!
Oh! the deuce a bit of comfort's here
Upon a washing day!
My Kate she is a bonny wife,
There's none so free from evil,
Except upon a washing day,
And then she is the devil!
The very kittens on the the hearth,
They dare not even play,
Away they jump, with many a bump,
Upon a washing day!
For 'tis thump, thump, &c.
I met a friend, who asked me-
"How long's poor Kate been dead :"
Lamenting the poor creature, gone,
And sorry I was wed
To such a scolding vixen, while
He had been far away.
The truth it was, he chanced to come
Upon a washing day.
When 'tis scrub, scrub, &c.
I asked him, then, to stay and dine,
"Come, come," quoth I, "oddsbuds
I'll no denial take,—you must,
Though Kate be in the suds ""
But what we had to dine upon,
In truth I can not say!
But I think he'll never come again
Upon a washing day!
When 'tis scrub, scrub, &c
On that sad morning, when I rise,
I put a fervent prayer
To all the gods, that it may be
Throughout the day quite fair'
That not a cap or handkerchief
May in the ditch be laid;
For should it happen so, egad,
I'd get a broken head!
When 'tis scrub, scrub, &c.
Old Homer sang a royal wash,
Down by a crystal river,
For dabbing in the palace-halls,
The king permitted never-
On high Olympus, Beauty's queen
Such troubles well may scout,
While Jove and Juno, with their train,
Put all their washing out.
Ah! happy gods, they fear no sound
Of thump and scold away,
But smile to view the perils of
A mortal washing-day!
A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE.
A LIFE on the ocean wave!
A home on the rolling deep!
Where scattered waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep!
Like an eagle caged I pine
On this dull unchanging shore;
Oh, give me the flashing brine,
The spray, and the tempest's roar
Once more on the deck I stand
Of my own swift gliding craft,
Set sail farewell to the land:
The gale follows far abaft.
We sport through the sparkling foam
Like an ocean bird set free;
Like the ocean bird, our home
We'll find far out on the sea.
The land is no longer in view,
The clouds have begun to frown;
But with a stout vessel and crew,
We'll say let the storm come down.
And the song of our hearts shall be,
While the winds and waters rave,
A life on the heaving sea!
A home on the bounding wave!
I SEE THEM ON THEIR WINDING
I SEE them on their winding way, About their ranks the moonbeams play, Their lofty deeds, and daring high,
Blend with the notes of victo bright,
And waving arms, and banners bright,
Are glancing in the mellow light.
They're lost and gone-the moon is past,
The wood's dark shade is o'er them cast,
And fainter, fainter, fainter still,
The march is rising o'er the hill.
I see them, &c. &c.
Again, again, the pealing drum,
The clashing horn-they come, they
Through rocky pass, o'er wooded steep, In long and glittering files they sweep; And nearer, nearer, yet more near, Their softened chorus meets the ear. Forth, forth, and meet them on their
The trampling hoofs brook no delay; With thrilling fife, and pealing drum, And clashing horn-they come, they
We have lived and loved together,
Through many changing years,
We have shared each other's gladness,
And wept each other's tears.
I have never known a sorrow,
That was long unsoothed by thee,
For thy smile can make a summer,
Where wintet else would be.
Like the leaves that fall around us
In autumn's fading hours,
Are the traitor smiles that darken,
When the cloud of sorrow low'rs
And tho' many such we've known, love,
Too prone, alas! to range,
We both can speak of one love,
Whom time could never change.
We have lived and loved together,
Thro' many changing years,
We have shared each other's gladness,
And wept each other's tears,
And let us hope the future,
As the past has been, will be,
I will share with thee thy sorrows,
And thou thy joys with me.
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