Ah! non, non, non,. Fears only for her rover; Pauvre Madelon Will go with you all the world over. Then let the world jog as it will, Pauvre Madelon Shall never quit her rover : Pauvre Madelon Shall go with me all the world over. "TWAS AS summer, and softly the breezes were blowing, And sweetly the nightingale sung from a tree: At the foot of a rock, where the river was flowing, I sat myself down on the banks of the Dee, Flow on, lovely Dee! flow on, thou sweet river! Thy banks, purest stream! shall be dear to me ever: For there I first gain'd the affection and favour Of Jamie the glory and pride of the Dee. But But now he's gone from me, and left me thus mourning, To quell the proud rebels-for valiant is he ; And, ah! there's no hope of his speedy returning, To wander again on the banks of the Dee. He's gone, hapless youth! o'er the loud roaring billows, The kindest and sweetest of all the gay fellows, And left me to stray 'mongst the once loved wil lows, The loneliest maid on the banks of the Dee, But time and my prayers may perhaps yet restore him, Blest peace may restore my dear shepherd to me; And when he returns, with such care I'll watch o'er him, He never shall leave the sweet banks of the Dee. The Dee then shall flow, all its beauties displaying, The lambs on its banks shall again be seen playing; Whilst I, with my Jamie, am carelessly straying, And tasting again all the sweets of the Dee. Fall sensations pity brings To proudly swell the ample heart, From which the willing sorrow springs, Of Of all sad sympathy's delights, Of these would you the feeling know, 'Tis the tear that bedews a soldier's grave. For hard and painful is his lot; Let dangers come, he braves them all; Valiant, perhaps, to be forgot, Or undistinguish'd doom'd to fall ! Yet wrapt in conscious worth secure, Then, trav❜ller, one kind look bestow, I'M M jolly Dick, the lamplighter; And truly, I believe it, sir, For I'm a pretty lad. Father and I the world do light, The difference is I light by night, But But father's not the like of I, For knowing life and fun; Rogues, owls, and bats, can't bear the light, At night men throw aside all art, And many a face, and many a heart, Each formal prude, and holy wight, His darling hoard the miser views, So father and I, d'ye take me right, I barefac'd sinners light by night, IN vain the grave and wise, The thoughtful and the sage, Would teach us to despise Youth's Youth's the season to be gay, Then smile each beau and belle: The laughing hours invite To sport, while young and With love and soft delight Our minutes pass away. Old age and care they say, gay: O'ertake each beau and belle: Who'd meet such foes half-way? Ah!-Vive la bagatelle! IF life is a bubble, and breaks with a blast, You must toss off your wine if you wish it to last; For this bubble may well be destroyed with a puff, 'Tis a very good hint, understood the right way; This life is no more than a journey, 'tis said, Where the roads, for most part, are confoundedly bad; Then, let wine be our spur, and each trav❜ller will own, That, whatever the roads, we jog merrily on. |