Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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THE SEASONS. |
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THE SEASONS.
How chearful I be when I hear the lark sing,
As nature awakes to the morning of spring;
When I see my lambs frolic, and hear my kine low,
And swains carol, careless, a field as they go;
I whistle and sing, and with joy my heart swells,
While the tabor strikes up, or ding dong go the bells.
As nature awakes to the morning of spring;
When I see my lambs frolic, and hear my kine low,
And swains carol, careless, a field as they go;
I whistle and sing, and with joy my heart swells,
While the tabor strikes up, or ding dong go the bells.
When summer advances, my pleasures increase,
As I reckon my gains from the newly-shorn fleece;
And list to my team, tinkling far thro' the glade,
While I rest after labour at eve in the shade.
I whistle, &c.
As I reckon my gains from the newly-shorn fleece;
And list to my team, tinkling far thro' the glade,
While I rest after labour at eve in the shade.
I whistle, &c.
When autumn's rich store to my granaries come,
A welcome sincere crowns our blythe harvest home;
Winter winds up my song, social pleasures abound,
And the tale and the flagon go merrily round.
I whistle, &c.
A welcome sincere crowns our blythe harvest home;
Winter winds up my song, social pleasures abound,
And the tale and the flagon go merrily round.
I whistle, &c.
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