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As with grief to be taken aback,
That same little Cherub that sits up aloft,
Will look out—a good birth for Poor Jack.
That same little Cherub that sits up aloft,
Will look out—a good birth for Poor Jack.
IF I SHOULD GET LAUGHING AT THAT.
In the days of my childhood I sported and play'd
Among the young lasses around,
I was fond then of laughing my grandmother said,
None merrier ever was found;
To fill up the moments with joy and delight,
I scarcely knew what to be at;
For whatever was pleasing that came to my sight,
O I could not help laughing at that.
Among the young lasses around,
I was fond then of laughing my grandmother said,
None merrier ever was found;
To fill up the moments with joy and delight,
I scarcely knew what to be at;
For whatever was pleasing that came to my sight,
O I could not help laughing at that.
Still the humour prevails though maturer I'm grown,
I'm happy to smile time away,
And the frolics of fancy I still call my own,
And I pleasantly spin out the day;
Let the dull of the splenetic censure or chide,
At my innocent freedom and chat,
O I'd tire to hear then nonsensical pride,
For I cannot help laughing at that.
I'm happy to smile time away,
And the frolics of fancy I still call my own,
And I pleasantly spin out the day;
Let the dull of the splenetic censure or chide,
At my innocent freedom and chat,
O I'd tire to hear then nonsensical pride,
For I cannot help laughing at that.
