But when our country's foes are nigh, Our foes subdued, once more on shore, TIME IME has not thinn'd ny flowing hair, Let me enjoy the cheering day, SEE the conqu'ring hero comes! Sound the trumpets, beat the drums! Sports prepare, the laurel bring, Songs of triumph to him sing! See the godlike youth advance! WH HEN I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town, And for England's own self through the seas I did plow, For four long days I was toss'd up and down, Oh! I never thought more to sing Langolee. Thus standing stock still all the while I was moving, Till Ireland's dear coast I saw clean out of sight; Myself, the next day-a true Irishman proving, When leaving the ship, on the shore for to light, As the board they put out was too narrow to quarter, The first step I took, I was in such a totter, That I jump'd upon land-to iny neck up in water; Oh! there was no time to sing Langolee. But as sharp cold and hunger I never yet knew more, And my stomach and bowels did grumble and growl, I thought the best way to get each in good humour, Was to take out the wrinkles of both, by my soul. So So I went to a house where roast meat they pro vide, sir, With a whirligig, which up the chimney I spy'd, sir, Which grinds all their smoke into powder besides, sir; 'Tis true as I'm now singing Langolec. Then I went to the landlord of all the stage-coaches, That set sail for London each night in the week, To whom I obnoxiously made my approaches, As a birth aboard one I was come for to seek: But as for the Inside, I'd not cash in my casket, Says I, with your leave, I make bold, sir, to ask it, When the coach is gone off, pray what time goes the basket? For there I can ride, and sing Langolee. When making his mouth up, the basket, says he, sir, Goes after the coach a full hour or two; Very well, sir, says I, that's the thing then for me, sir, But the devil a word that he told me was true: For, though one went before and the other behind, sir, They set off cheek-by-jowl, at the very same time, sir, So the same day at night I set out by moon-shine, sir, O, long life to the moon for a brave noble creature, That serves us with lamp-light, each night in the dark; While the sun only shines in the day, which, by nature, Needs no light at all-as you all may remark; But as for the moon-by my soul I'll be bound, sir, It would save the whole nation a great many pounds, sir, To subscribe for to light her up all the year round, sir, Or I'll never sing more about Langolee. HA AD I a heart for falsehood fram'd, For, though your tongue no promise claim'd, To you no soul shall bear deceit, No stranger offer wrong; But friends in all the ag'd you'll meet, For when they learn that you have bless'd They'll bid aspiring passion rest, And act a brother's part. Then, lady, dread not here deceit, Nor fear to suffer wrong; For, friends in all the ag'd you'll meet, And brothers in the young. YOUNG YOUNG Jockey calls me his delight, And wooes me night and morning; I treat his passion still with slight, Shou'd he, &c. A blooming garland, t'other day, When I shou'd die with grief and pain, Shou'd he, &c. Let prudence he each virgin's guide, And reason be prevailing; Let vanity be set aside, Coquetry and railing. If Jockey offers me his hand, No more my love I'll smother, But, wedded, I'll obey command, And vow, &e. IN |