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His heart with sudden joy is filled, -
His ears are by the music thrilled,
His eyes take pleasure in the road
Glittering before him bright and broad;
And Benjamin is wet and cold,
And there are reasons manifold
That make the good, tow'rds which he's yearning,
Look fairly like a lawful earning.

Nor has thought time to come and go,
To vibrate between yes and no;
“ For," cries the Sailor, “ Glorious chance
That blew us hither! Let him dance
Who can or will ; - my honest Soul,
Our treat shall be a friendly Bowl !"
He draws him to the door —“Come in,
Come, come,” cries he to Benjamin ;
And Benjamin – ah, woe is me!
Gave the word, — the horses heard
And halted, though reluctantly.

.“ Blithe souls and lightsome hearts have we, Feasting at the CHERRY TREE!"

This was the outside proclamation,
This was the inside salutation;
What bustling — jostling - high and low!

A universal overflow!
What tankards foaming from the tap !
What store of cakes in every lap!
What thumping - stumping - over-head!
The thunder had not been more busy :
With such a stir, you would have said,
This little place may well be dizzy!
'Tis who can dance with greatest vigour -
'Tis what can be most prompt and eager ;-
As if it heard the fiddle's call,
The pewter clatters on the wall;
The very bacon shows its feeling,
Swinging from the smoky ceiling!

A steaming Bowl - a blazing fire -
What greater good can heart desire?
'Twere worth a wise man's while to try
The utmost anger of the sky;
To seek for thoughts of painful cast,
If such be the amends at last.

Now, should you think I judge amiss,
The CHERRY TREE shows proof of this ;
For soon, of all the happy there,
Our Travellers are the happiest pair.
All care with Benjamin is gone —
A Cæsar past the Rubicon !
He thinks not of his long, long strife ;-
The Sailor, Man by nature gay,
Hath no resolves to throw away ;
And he hath now forgot his Wife,
Hath quite forgotten her - or may be
Deems that she is happier, laid
Within that warm and peaceful bed ;

Under cover,

Terror over,
Sleeping by her sleeping Baby.

With bowl in hand,

(It may not stand) Gladdest of the gladsome band, Amid their own delight and fun, They hear — when every dance is done They hear - when every fit is o'er

The fiddle's squeak *— that call to bliss,
Ever followed by a kiss ;
They envy not the happy lot,
But enjoy their own the more !

While thus our jocund Travellers fare,
Up springs the Sailor from his chair –
Limps (for I might have told before :
That he was lame) across the floor –
Is gone — returns — and with a prize ;
With what ?-a Ship of lusty size ;
A gallant stately Man of War,
Fixed on a smoothly-sliding car.
Surprise to all, but most surprise
To Benjamin, who rubs his eyes,
Not knowing that he had befriended
A Man so gloriously attended !

“ This,” cries the Sailor, “ a Third-rate is Stand back and you shall see her gratis !

* At the close of each strathspey, or jig, a particular note from the fiddle summons the Rustic to the agreeable duty of saluting his Partner.

This was the Flag-Ship at the Nile, The Vanguard - you may smirk and smile, But, pretty maid, if you look near, You'll find you've much in little here ! A nobler Ship did never swim, And you shall see her in full trim ; I'll set, my Friends, to do you honour, Set every inch of sail upon her.” So said, so done; and masts, sails, yards, He names them all; and interlards His speech with uncouth terms of art, Accomplished in the Showman's part ; And then, as from a sudden check, Cries out — “ 'Tis there, the Quarter-deck On which brave Admiral Nelson stood – A sight that would have roused your blood ! One eye he had, which, bright as ten, Burnt like a fire among his men ; Let this be Land, and that be Sea, Here lay the French — and thus came we !"

Hushed was by this the fiddle's sound, The Dancers all were gathered round,

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