English

The golden hair that Gulla wears
Is hers: who would have thought it?
She swears 'tis hers, and true she swears,
For I know where she bought it.

A golden cloud slept for her pleasure
All night on the gaunt hill's breast;
Light-heart to her play-ground of azure,
How early she sped from the nest.

But the soft moist trace of her sleeping
Lay in the folds of the hill.
He pondered; his tears are creeping
Down to the desert still.

To the Tune of " Old Simon the King "

1.

The Golden Age is come;
The winter storms are gone;
The flowers do spread and bloom,
And smile to see the sun,
Who daily gilds each grove
And calms the angry seas.
Dame Nature seems in love,
And all the world's at ease.

" You rogue, go saddle Ball,
I'll to Newmarket scour.

Gold tane from the kings harbengers,
Downe, a downe, a downe,
As seldome hath beene seene,
Downe, a downe, a downe,
And carried by bold Robin Hood
For a present to the queene,
Downe, a downe, a downe.

If that I live a yeare to an end,
Thus gan queene Katherine say,
Bold Robin Hood, I will be thy friend,
And all thy yeomen gay.

The queene is to her chamber gone,
As fast as she can wen;
She calls unto her lovely page,
His name was Richard Patrington.

VERSE

As Dorothy Parker once said to her boyfriend,
" Fare thee well. "
As Columbus announced when he knew he was bounced,
" It was swell, Isabelle, swell. "
As Abelard said to Heloise,
" Don't forget to drop a line to me, please. "
As Juliet cried in her Romeo's ear,
" Romeo, why not face the fact, my dear? "

REFRAIN

It was just one of those things,
Just one of those crazy flings,
One of those bells that now and then rings,

TEMPERANCE. OR THE CHEAP PHYSITIAN UPON THE TRANSLATION OF LESSIUS

Goe now; and with some daring drugg
Bait thy disease. And whilst they tugge,
Thou to maintain their pretious strife
Spend the dear treasures of thy life.
Goe, take physick: Doat upon
Some big-nam'd composition.
Th'Oraculous Doctor 's mystick bills;
Certain hard W ORDS made into pills,
And what at last shalt' gain by these?
Only a costlyer disease.

That which makes us have no need
Of physick, that's P HYSICK indeed.

Goe Little Book, and once a week shake hands
With thy Good Reader, whome (by High Commands)
The Stars are made to wayt on dayly, Shew
Futurityes unto him; Bid Him view
Seasons of th' Year, and Tides orderly set
As Higher Influences them beget.
Shew Him how swift his Time is and how He
Should swiftly pace it with the Hierarchy
I' th' Firmament above the Hasting each Day
New ponderous Talents to the world to weigh
Of proffitable Opportunity.
Also foreshew Him seasonably (by
Letters Dominicall) the Holy Day;

God's will is better than our will,
It's always right and good.
I would not have my way at all,
Not even if I could.
God holds the future in His hands
And scans the unspent years;
He knows the trying hours ahead,
The pain and bitter tears.

Oh! just to leave it all with Him
And lean upon His breast.
To know, whatever comes or goes,
That His dear will is best.
Oh! just to let Him have His way,
With heart and life and soul,
Brings peace so sweet and joy divine,
And leads us safely Home.

1

God's goin' to set this world on fire,
God's goin' to set this world on fire,
One o' these days!
God's goin' to set this world on fire,
One o' these days!

2

I'm goin' to walk an' talk with Jesus,
I'm goin' to walk an' talk with Jesus,
One o' these days!
I'm goin' to walk an' talk with Jesus,
One o' these days!

3

I'm goin' to climb up Jacob's ladder,
I'm goin' to climb up Jacob's ladder,
One o' these days!
I'm goin' to climb up Jacob's ladder,
One o' these days!

Fly away, bark,
Over the sea!
Take thou my grief,
Take it with thee!
Bear it afar
Unto the shore
Where the old griefs are
For evermore!
O, it was hard!
Take it away —
Pressed on my heart
By night and by day.
I will not have it;
Let it go, let it go!
Shall I have nothing
But wailing and woe?

Let it be, let it be!
O, bring it again!
Bring my sorrow to me,
Bring weeping and pain!
Bring my sorrow to me —
After all, it is mine:
O God of my heart,