Night frae hame/Parody on the Last Rose of Summer

For other versions of this work, see The Last Rose of Summer (Moore).

PARODY ON THE LAST ROSE of SUMMER

’Tis the last silver shilling,
Left shining alone;
All its lovely companions
Are melted and gone;
No coin of its kindred,
No credit is nigh,
To brighten our wishes,
And drown the sad sigh!

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one
To pine on the board;
Since the landlord desires thee,
Go, swell thou his hoard.
Thus foolish I scatter
What should purchase bread,
To pamper an idler,
And gain a sore head.

And soon I must follow-
Finances decay;
For now from before me
The stoup's snatch'd away.
When half-crowns are melted,
And cruckies are flown,
Ah! who would inhabit
A tavern alone!