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18 BALLADE OF THE MAY TERM O the birds that are glad to sing After the meal on the early worm! O I am happier now than a king! Sing heigh-ho for the glad May Term! ENVOI Prince, or pauper, be what you may, Business is quiet, but stocks are firm ; Never believe in the “ bears” in May! Sing heigh-ho for the glad May Term!
…awberry ice, and play Various dulcet jargoning; . Lazy paddle all day to swing, Lazy pipe to kill ennut’s germ, Lazy, lazy everything :— Sing heigh-ho for the glad May Term ! O hooray! merry boys, hooray! Flannels are pleasures that have no sting. Everyone’s white and cool and gay ; Everyone looks as if a wing Might any moment sprout and spring, Turning him into an “alb’ inerm’ Angelum,” like Aladdin’s ring; Sing heigh-ho for the glad May Term! O the trees are out to-day! O the buds are blossoming! O the snow and the wind are away! O the sun of…
48 THE ALPS Oh ! heavenly frozen fountains ! O! Nature! vastly grand! Come! sing upon the mountains The song of Freedom’s land!
…p a tree As fast as he can flee ; Much faster than his liking ; And you explain to me— “ That’s Freedom’s Eagle striking!” A poet cannot sing When lofty liberty Conceals beneath her wing Such lots of misery. Though labourers drink tea And all the girls are biking, I’m not so sure that we See Freedom’s Eagle striking! Philosophers may bring Their logic—I may be A fool or anything An out-of-date, a he 13
…les sough With the blough blough-bloughsed ploughman tough the trough, Though the blough bloughs are soughre. Woughd friend Hough Clough Sing yough a songhng sough sweet? Nough! Nough! The slough Ough poughets’ rivalry we shoughn, although Yough ought tough knough hough I oughtclass him. Bough, Blossom, and frought, my flougher exceeds. The dough I oughse is yeastier. Goughd speed the plough! 88
… mayn’t bet on a certainty) so perfectly convinced by this time are all wise men that the score of life is at Love-all. So we twain will sing together ;— Spring regilds her coronet; Summer comes and don’t go neither, [This line is neither grammar nor rhyme, I'm afraid ; it’s my mistake entirely, I took a perfectly absurd word to begin with, and after getting as far as this it would be a pity to turn back; the rhymes’ll get worse for certain, so don’t be surprised if they do, but I haven’t lost hope of sticking to grammar yet.] It is goodly and …