 | Poems by George P. Morris |  |
[Lads and lasses, trip away]
CHORUS OF PEASANTS.
Lads and lasses, trip away
To the cheerful roundelay!
At the sound of tambourine,
Care is banished from the scene,
And a happy train we bound,
To the pipe and tabour's sound.
Merrily, merrily trip away,
'T is a nation's holiday!
Merrily, merrily, merrilie,
Bound with spirits light and free!
Let 's be jocund while we may;
And dance—dance—dance—
And dance the happy hours away!
To the cheerful roundelay!
At the sound of tambourine,
Care is banished from the scene,
And a happy train we bound,
To the pipe and tabour's sound.
Merrily, merrily trip away,
'T is a nation's holiday!
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Bound with spirits light and free!
Let 's be jocund while we may;
And dance—dance—dance—
And dance the happy hours away!
When the gleaming line shall come,
To the sound of trump and drum;
Headed by advancing steeds,
Whom the king in person leads—
Let us hail him in his state,
For the king's both good and great!
Merrily, merrily trip away,
'T is a nation's holiday!
Merrily, merrily, merrilie,
Bound with spirits light and free!
Let 's be jocund, now we may,
And dance—dance—dance—
And dance the happy hours away!
To the sound of trump and drum;
Headed by advancing steeds,
Whom the king in person leads—
Let us hail him in his state,
For the king's both good and great!
Merrily, merrily trip away,
'T is a nation's holiday!
Merrily, merrily, merrilie,
Bound with spirits light and free!
Let 's be jocund, now we may,
And dance—dance—dance—
And dance the happy hours away!
| Poems by George P. Morris | |