The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] ... With a Copious Index. To which is prefixed Some Account of his Life. In Four Volumes |
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MAY DAY.
The daisies peep from ev'ry field,
And vi'lets sweet their odour yield;
The purple blossom paints the thorn,
And streams reflect the blush of morn.
And vi'lets sweet their odour yield;
The purple blossom paints the thorn,
And streams reflect the blush of morn.
Then lads and lasses all, be gay,
For this is Nature's holiday.
For this is Nature's holiday.
Let lusty Labour drop his flail,
Nor woodman's hook a tree assail;
The ox shall cease his neck to bow,
And Clodden yield to rest, the plough.
Nor woodman's hook a tree assail;
The ox shall cease his neck to bow,
And Clodden yield to rest, the plough.
Then lads, &c.
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Behold the lark in ether float,
While rapture swells the liquid note!
What warbles he, with merry cheer?
‘Let Love and Pleasure rule the year?
While rapture swells the liquid note!
What warbles he, with merry cheer?
‘Let Love and Pleasure rule the year?
Then lads, &c.
Lo, Sol looks down, with radiant eye,
And throws a smile around his sky;
Embracing hill and vale and stream,
And warming Nature with his beam.
And throws a smile around his sky;
Embracing hill and vale and stream,
And warming Nature with his beam.
Then lads, &c.
The insect tribes in myriads pour,
And kiss with Zephyr ev'ry flow'r;
Shall these our icy hearts reprove,
And tell us we are foes to Love?
And kiss with Zephyr ev'ry flow'r;
Shall these our icy hearts reprove,
And tell us we are foes to Love?
Then lads, &c.
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