[Song, in] Report of the twentieth annual exhibition of the Massachusetts Horticultural Society and third triennial festival, held at Faneuil Hall, September 19, 20, 21, 22, 1848 |
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Song
The Winter chill has pleasures still,
And Spring is fair to see,
In Summer's heat the groves are sweet,
But Autumn bold for me!
With Vine-Leaves on his honest brow,
And Harvests in his arms,
He comes, with all of Winter's cheer,
And all of Summer's charms!
And Spring is fair to see,
In Summer's heat the groves are sweet,
But Autumn bold for me!
With Vine-Leaves on his honest brow,
And Harvests in his arms,
He comes, with all of Winter's cheer,
And all of Summer's charms!
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Chorus
—But there's nae luck about the house,There's nae luck at a',
There's little pleasure in the house,
If Woman is awa'.
The Flowers and Fruits that deck our board
To her a tribute owe;
From her the Rose steals all its bloom,
From her the Peach its glow:
The Lily, in HER purity,
May see its own eclipse;
And where did Cherries take their red
If not from Woman's lips?
To her a tribute owe;
From her the Rose steals all its bloom,
From her the Peach its glow:
The Lily, in HER purity,
May see its own eclipse;
And where did Cherries take their red
If not from Woman's lips?
Chorus
—So there's nae luck, &c.
The purple bloom upon the Grape,
The Violet's modest hue,—
Who does not see they're borrowed, both,
From certain eyes of blue?
And if the Orange Flower is sweet,
And if the Hyacinth fair,
Will any one their lovely tints
With those we sing, compare?
The Violet's modest hue,—
Who does not see they're borrowed, both,
From certain eyes of blue?
And if the Orange Flower is sweet,
And if the Hyacinth fair,
Will any one their lovely tints
With those we sing, compare?
Chorus
—O there's nae luck, &c.
And there be men of high renown,
Who 're welcome here to-day,
In church and state, who 've garlands won,
That will not fade away;
And tillers of the soil have come
To grace our Festival;
And Horticulture's peaceful chiefs;
And they are welcome all!
Who 're welcome here to-day,
In church and state, who 've garlands won,
That will not fade away;
And tillers of the soil have come
To grace our Festival;
And Horticulture's peaceful chiefs;
And they are welcome all!
Chorus
—But there's nae luck, &c.
Then while we show our Garden's wealth,
And boast our Plums and Pears,
And while we welcome to our hall,
Our Governors and Mayors,—
Let 's not forget, of all the charms
That grace our board, the crown,—
But eat a lusty Pippin each,
To Mother Eve's renown!
And boast our Plums and Pears,
And while we welcome to our hall,
Our Governors and Mayors,—
Let 's not forget, of all the charms
That grace our board, the crown,—
But eat a lusty Pippin each,
To Mother Eve's renown!
Chorus
—There's nae luck about the house,There's nae luck at a',
There 's little pleasure in the house,
If Woman is awa'.
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