Classic Poem

‘At the Sign of the Lyre,’
  Good Folk, we present you
With the pick of our quire —
  And we hope to content you!

Here be Ballad and Song,
  The fruits of our leisure,
Some short and some long, —
  May they all give you pleasure!

But if, when you read,
  They should fail to restore you,
Farewell, and God-speed —
  The world is before you!