If the heart of a man is deprest with cares,

With hollow blasts of wind;A damsel lay deploring,All on a rock reclin’d.Wide o’er the roaring billowsShe cast a wistful look;Her head was crown’d with willows,That tremble o’er the brook.II.Twelve months are gone and over,And nine long tedious days,Why didst thou, vent’rous lover,Why didst thou trust the seas?Cease, cease, thou cruel ocean,And let my lover rest:Ah!…

Love is then our duty:She alone who that employs,Well deserves her beauty.Let’s be gayWhile we may,Beauty’s a flower despised in decay.Chorus. Youth’s the season, etc.Let us drink and sport to-day,Ours is not to-morrow:Love with youth flies swift away,Age is naught but sorrow.Dance and sing,Time’s on the wing,Life never knows the return the spring.Chorus. Let us…

Full well could dance, and deftly tune the reed;In every wood his carrols sweet were known,At every wake his nimble feats were shown.When in the ring the rustic routs he threw,The damsel’s pleasures with his conquests grew;Or when aslant the cudgel threats his head,His danger smites the breast of every maid;But chief of Marian. Marian…

I wonder we han’t better companyUpon Tyburn tree.But gold from law can take out the sting;And if rich men, like us, were to swing,’Twould thin the land, such numbers to stringUpon Tyburn tree.

Should you the various arms and toils rehearse,And all the fisherman adorn thy verse;Should you the wide-encircling net display,And in its spacious arch enclose the sea,Then haul the plunging load upon the land,And with the soale and turbot hide the sand;It would extend the growing theme too long,And tire the reader with the watery song.Let…

She alone who that employs,Well deserves her beauty.Let’s be gay,While we may,Beauty’s a flower despis’d in decay.Let us drink and sport to-day,Ours is not tomorrow.Love with youth flies swift away,Age is nought but sorrow.Dance and sing,Time’s on the wing,Life never knows the return of spring.