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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,
"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 —
Now, should you think I judge amiss,
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,
While thus our jocund Travellers fare,
"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,