The Pearl Box eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 44 pages of information about The Pearl Box.

The Pearl Box eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 44 pages of information about The Pearl Box.

Come, cheer up, my lads!
          ’tis to glory we steer,
To add something more
          to this wonderful year: 
To honour we call you,
          not press you like slaves: 
For who are so free
          as the sons of the waves? 
  Hearts of oak are our ships,
  Gallant tars are our men;
    We always are ready: 
    Steady, boys, steady! 
We’ll fight and we’ll conquer again and again.

We ne’er see our foes
          but we wish them to stay;
They never see us but
          they wish us away;
If they run, why, we follow,
          or run them ashore;
For if they won’t fight us,
          we cannot do more. 
    Hearts of oak, etc.

Britannia triumphant,
          her ships sweep the sea;
Her standard is Justice—­
          her watchword, “Be free!”
Then cheer up, my lads!
          with one heart let us sing,
“Our soldiers, our sailors,
          our statesmen, and king.” 
    Hearts of oak, etc.

        David Garrick.

THE FINE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN.

I’ll sing you a good old song,
  Made by a good old pate,
Of a fine old English gentleman,
  Who had an old estate;
And who kept up his old mansion
  At a bountiful old rate,
With a good old porter to relieve
  The old poor at his gate—­
Like a fine old English gentleman,
  All of the olden time.

His hall so old was hung around
  With pikes, and guns, and bows,
And swords and good old bucklers
  That had stood against old foes;
’Twas there “his worship” sat in state,
  In doublet and trunk hose,
And quaff’d his cup of good old sack
  To warm his good old nose—­
Like a fine old English gentleman,
  All of the olden time.

When winter’s cold brought frost and snow,
  He open’d his house to all;
And though three-score and ten his years,
  He featly led the ball. 
Nor was the houseless wanderer
  E’er driven from his hall;
For while he feasted all the great,
  He ne’er forgot the small—­
Like a fine old English gentleman,
  All of the olden time.

But time, though sweet, is strong in flight,
  And years roll swiftly by;
And autumn’s falling leaves proclaim’d
  The old man—­he must die! 
He laid him down quite tranquilly,
  Gave up his latest sigh;
And mournful stillness reign’d around,
  And tears bedew’d each eye—­
For this good old English gentleman,
  All of the olden time.

Now, surely this is better far
  Than all the new parade
Of theatres and fancy balls,
  “At home” and masquerade! 
And much more economical,
  For all his bills were paid,
Then leave your new vagaries quite,
  And take up the old trade—­
Of a fine old English gentleman,
  All of the olden time.

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