D?RTS? GLEES) 8L(I. Oh, sir, no, sir, How can you wrong me so, sir? I did ?ot kiss the pretty girl--- But I know who. ? ?HOUGH AND CROW.--?, OLuu. THE ehough and crow to roost are gone, The owl sits on the tree, The hushed wind wails, with feeble Like infant charity. �he wild fire dances o1% the fen, The red star shed its ray, Uprouse ye, then, my merry men, It'is our op'ning day. . Chorus. �Uprouse ye, then, my merry men, &e. Both child and nurse are fast asleep, And closed is ev'ry flower, And winking tapers faintly peep High from my lady's bower; Bewildered hinds, with sbortened ken, Shrink on their murky way; Uprouse ye-, then, my merry men, It m our op'ning day. �Uprouse y?, then, Nor board nor garner own we now, Igor roof, no? latched door, lqor ]r?ind mate bound by holy vow? To bless a good man's store; Noon lulls us in a gloomy den, And night is grown our day, 0' Uprouoe ye, then, my merry men, And use it as ye may. Uprouse ye, then, &e. 187
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