A Broadside: No. 11 Third Year
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A down a down a derry,
It's far to Prince's Pier
And pay-day's once a year.
So how can we be merry
A-fisting canvas here?
As Theodore pulled on his trews,
(Oh ho the Gara River)
The scarlet trews that pirates use
To make the merchants shiver.
He found a purse in the lining stuck,
(Aha the main top bowling)
Which he had sneaked from a negro buck
The last time they were coaling.
He sang, he danced, he merrily hallooed,
A down a down a derry;
'Oh a penny saved is a penny to the good,
And therefore let's be merry.'
A Vernal ODE
'Tis spring- and blithe from spray to spray
The winged musicians hop,
Uniting in a roundelay
As if they all were - Up.
Each plant erects its pendent head,
Each flower expands its cup;
The very weeds in every bed
Set impudently - Up.
There's not a tree in wood or grove
That waves its branchy top,
Which does not hoist the badge of love
And union boldly - Up.
The brambles on the highway side,
A numerous, hardy crop,
So long kept down by winter's pride,
Spring amicably - Up.
The tenants of the crystal stream
Their heads above it pop!
As if they wanted to exclaim,
'See, Neighbours, we are - Up.'
Each hill now cocks its crest on high
As any martial fop,
While every valley seems to cry,
'Come down, and help us - Up.'
The progress of this rising rage,
No human power can stop-
Then, Tyrants, cease your war to wage;
FOR NATURE WILL BE- Up.