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Then who the devil would
Live single, if he could
In women find these virtues so delightful, O,
For though they scratch and fight,
Still they are our great delight,
And he that lives without one must be spiteful, O.
Live single, if he could
In women find these virtues so delightful, O,
For though they scratch and fight,
Still they are our great delight,
And he that lives without one must be spiteful, O.
ALL'S WELL.
Deserted by the waning moon,
When skies proclaim night's cheerless noon,
On tower, or fort, or tented ground,
The sentry walks his lonely round;
And should a footstep haply stray
Where caution marks the guarded way—
Who goes there! stranger, quickly tell;
A friend—the word.Good night; all's well.
When skies proclaim night's cheerless noon,
On tower, or fort, or tented ground,
The sentry walks his lonely round;
And should a footstep haply stray
Where caution marks the guarded way—
Who goes there! stranger, quickly tell;
A friend—the word.Good night; all's well.
Or sailing on the midnight deep,
When weary messmates soundly sleep,
The careful watch patrols the deck,
To guard the ship from foes or wreck;
And while his thoughts oft homewards veer,
Some friendly voice salutes his ear—
What cheer? brother, quickly tell;
Above—below.Good night; all's well.
When weary messmates soundly sleep,
The careful watch patrols the deck,
To guard the ship from foes or wreck;
And while his thoughts oft homewards veer,
Some friendly voice salutes his ear—
What cheer? brother, quickly tell;
Above—below.Good night; all's well.
