Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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THE MERRY GARD'NER.
When spring returns with flowers,
And fresh verdure decks the bowers,
And the chilling breath of winter's past and gone, gone, gone;
To train his plants so gay,
'Neath the blackbird's cheering lay,
Who's so happy as the gard'ner with his apron on?
And fresh verdure decks the bowers,
And the chilling breath of winter's past and gone, gone, gone;
To train his plants so gay,
'Neath the blackbird's cheering lay,
Who's so happy as the gard'ner with his apron on?
With compass, square, and line,
He makes all in order shine,
To charm the eye and make dull care begone, gone, gone;
And to shun the fervid heat,
To his bower he doth retreat;
O what bliss attends the gard'ner with his apron on!
He makes all in order shine,
To charm the eye and make dull care begone, gone, gone;
And to shun the fervid heat,
To his bower he doth retreat;
O what bliss attends the gard'ner with his apron on!
When rosy summer fair
Sweet perfumes the glowing air,
How delightfully he muses while alone, lone, lone,
'Mong sweet flowers of every die
That can charm the raptured eye—
Pleasure still attends the gard'ner with his apron on.
Sweet perfumes the glowing air,
How delightfully he muses while alone, lone, lone,
'Mong sweet flowers of every die
That can charm the raptured eye—
Pleasure still attends the gard'ner with his apron on.
Next autumn skims the plain
To reward his toil with gain,
Then how blithe he bears his horn of plenty home, home, home;
While the smile of sweet content,
Round his bless'd fireside is sent,
To rejoice the merry gard'ner with his apron on.
To reward his toil with gain,
Then how blithe he bears his horn of plenty home, home, home;
While the smile of sweet content,
Round his bless'd fireside is sent,
To rejoice the merry gard'ner with his apron on.
When winter rules the air,
To the Lodge he doth repair,
And by every honest brother there is known, known, known,
Whom he joins with heart and hand,
To fulfil the high command
Of the sceptred kings that sat on Judah's throne, throne, throne.
To the Lodge he doth repair,
And by every honest brother there is known, known, known,
Whom he joins with heart and hand,
To fulfil the high command
Of the sceptred kings that sat on Judah's throne, throne, throne.
Then fill your brimmers up,
Let each brother seize his cup,
Let all discord, care, and sadness, aye begone, gone, gone;
While we drink that joy and peace
May for evermore increase,
'Mong true gard'ners, when assembled, with their aprons on.
Let each brother seize his cup,
Let all discord, care, and sadness, aye begone, gone, gone;
While we drink that joy and peace
May for evermore increase,
'Mong true gard'ners, when assembled, with their aprons on.
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