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G RANDMITHER , think not I forget, when I come back to town,
An' wander the old ways again, an' tread them up and down.
I never smell the clover bloom, nor see the swallows pass,
Without I mind how good ye were unto a little lass.
I never hear the winter rain a-pelting all night through,
Without I think and mind me of how cold it falls on you.
And if I come not often to your bed beneath the thyme,
Mayhap 'tis that I'd change wi' ye, and gie my bed for thine,
Would like to sleep in thine.

The grandeur of this earthly round,
Where Theon would forever be,
Is but a name, is but a sound —
Mere emptiness and vanity.

Give me the stars, give me the skies,
Give me the heaven's remotest sphere,
Above these gloomy scenes to rise
Of desolation and despair.

These native fires that warmed the mind,
Now languid grown, too dimly glow;
Joy has to grief the heart resigned,
And love itself is changed to woe.

The joys of wine are all you boast, —
These for a moment damp your pain;

Grand-dad, they say you're old and frail,
Your stocked legs begin to fail:
Your knobbed stick (that was my horse)
Can scarce support your bended corse;
While back to wall you lean so sad,
I'm vexed to see you, dad.

You used to smile and stroke my head,
And tell me how good children did;
But now, I wot not how it be,
You take me seldom on your knee;
Yet ne'ertheless I am right glad
To sit beside you, dad.

How lank and thin your beard hangs down!
Scant are the white hairs on your crown;

Even one
with no heart could not help
but know pathos:
a snipe takes flight in a marsh
this autumn evening.

1. Gracious Saviour, we adore thee; Purchased by thy precious blood,
We present ourselves before thee, Now to walk the narrow road: Saviour
2. Thou didst mark our path of duty; Thou wast laid beneath the wave;
Thou didst rise in glorious beauty From the semblance of the grave; May we
guide us, Guide us to our heavenly home.
follow In the same delightful way.

Got the blues, can't be satisfied
Got the blues, can't be satisfied
Keep the blues, I'll catch that train and ride

Whiskey straight will drive the blues away
Whiskey straight will drive the blues away
That be the case, I want a quart today

Bought my gal a great big diamond ring
Bought my gal a great big diamond ring
Come right back home and caught her shaking that thing

I said, Baby, what makes you act this-a-way
I said, Baby, why do you act this-a-way
Said I won't miss a thing she gives away

Good-night to the Season! 'tis over!
Gay dwellings no longer are gay;
The courtier, the gambler, the lover,
Are scatter'd like swallows away:
There's nobody left to invite one,
Except my good uncle and spouse;
My mistress is bathing at Brighton,
My patron is sailing at Cowes:
For want of a better employment,
Till Ponto and Don can get out,
I'll cultivate rural enjoyment,
And angle immensely for trout.

Good-night to the Season!--the lobbies,
Their changes, and rumours of change,

A goodly number shipped as crew;
some helped to set the sail and trim it,
while others, straining to the limit,
dug deep the oars. In silence, too,
our trusty helmsman checked our motion
and, wordless, steered our weighty craft;
while I, still carefree, sang and laughed
to cheer the oars . . . Then fore and aft
a roaring tempest ripped the ocean,
engulfing helmsman, mast, and yard!--
But I, the enigmatic bard,
was saved and cast up on the shoreline,
and tune my lyre with skillful stroke,

Good, your worship, cast your eyes
Upon a Souldier's miseries;
Let not my leane cheekes, I pray,
Your bounty from a Souldier stay,
but, like a Noble friend,
some Silver lend,
and Jove shall pay you in the end:
and I will pray that Fate
may make you fortunate
in heavenly, and in Earth's, estate.

To beg I was not borne (sweet Sir)
And therefore blush to make this stirre;
I never went from place to place
For to divulge my wofull case:
for I am none of those
that roguing goes,

Good Toll-Gate keeper, kindle a light!
The Sun has fallen: full sudden the Night:
(He seemeth some ancient anchorite
Who broodeth, and heedeth us not.)

He heeds.

Stay by the Gate and tell your needs!
Sir, we would learn the lawful toll.
How many travellers?

Body and Soul.

How long have you journeyed together thus?
All Day, and nothing shall sunder us.

How have you fared? Was the roadway rough?
Some miles were stony and steep enough.

But why have you toiled and suffered so?