English

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Good people: What? Will you of all be bereft?
Will you never learn wit, while a penny is left?
We are all like the dog in the fable, betrayed,
To let go the substance and snap at the shade.
Our specious pretenses
And foreign expenses
To war for religion will waste all our chink.
It's clipped, and it's snipped,

Good people give attention and listen unto me,
While I relate a story of our sad destiny;
Out of one pound that we do get, a fourth they want to take,
And at our present prices, we scarce get bread to eat.

For now our masters have agreed our trade to overthrow,
Our wives and children as you see are filled with grief and woe;
But we will never yield to them nor their cruel laws,
But on the truth we will rely and still maintain our cause.

Were you to go round the town, their country seats to see,

Good people draw near as you pass along
And listen awhile to my alphabetical song.
A is Prince Albert once buxom and keen
Who from Germany came and got spliced to the Queen.
Chorus.

For they're all a spinning, their cause in triumph springing,
And the poor man he is singing since the Corn bill is repailed.

B stands for Smith O'Brien: he an Irishman so true
He hammered at Coercion till he beat them black and blue.
When he got out of prison that bill he did oppose,

Good People come buy
The Fruit that I cry,
That now is in Season, tho' Winter is nigh;
'Twill do you all good
And sweeten your Blood,
I'm sure it will please when you've once understood
'tis an Orange .

It's Cordial Juice,
Does much Vigour produce,
I may well recommend it to every Mans use,

Good-night; ensured release,
Imperishable peace,
Have these for yours,
While sea abides, and land,
And earth's foundations stand,
And heaven endures.

When earth's foundations flee,
Nor sky nor land nor sea
At all is found,
Content you, let them burn:
It is not your concern;
Sleep on, sleep sound.

(The Beggar's Address to His Bag)

Good neighbors, dear, be cautious,
And covet no man's pounds or pence.
Ambition's greedy maw shun,
And tread the path of innocence!
Dread crooked ways and cheating,
And be not like those hounds of Hell,
Like prowling wolves awaiting,
Which once upon my footsteps fell.

An allalu mo wauleen,
My little bag I treasured it;

Good my King, in your garden close,
— (Hark to the thrush's trilling)
Why so sad when the maiden rose
— Love at your feet is spilling?
— — Golden the air and honey-sweet,
— — Sapphire the sky, it is not meet
— — Sorrowful faces should flowers greet,
— (Hark to the thrush's trilling).

All alone walks the King to-day.
— (Hark to the thrush's trilling)
Far from his throne he steals away
— Loneness and quiet willing.
— — Roses and tulips and lilies fair
— — Smile for his pleasure everywhere,

Good morning, fox of the cave,
Every tame fowl's arch-foeman,
Your ripple I recognize,
Welcome to fertile country.
Describe, in the fair meadow,
Your life, bold soft-bellied beast.

Fair and clean, you are noted,
And shapely in every part:
You were dyed with dark colour,
Red and gold that will not fade;
Your narrow nose is savage,
Your teeth, they are marvellous,
Strange pincers, swiftly gripping,
And able to crunch through bones;
And your eye's glowering look
You turn like an old traitor.

Good morning to you and good morning to you;
Come pull on your stocking and put on your shoe;
There are bees, there are birds, there are flowers in the sun —

Good morning to you and good morning to you;
Come out of your beds, there is plenty to do.
Come out with a shout and a laugh and a run —
Good morning, good morning to every one.

Good Master, you and I were born
In " Teacup days " of hoop and hood,
And when the silver cue hung down,
And toasts were drunk, and wine was good;

When kin of mine (a jolly brood)
From sideboards looked, and knew full well
What courage they had given the beau,
How generous made the blushing belle.

Ah me! what gossip could I prate
Of days when doors were locked at dinners!
Believe me, I have kissed the lips
Of many pretty saints — or sinners.

Lip service have I done, alack!