LAM(B)ENTATIONS.
Ye banks and braes o’ Buckingham,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair,
When I am on my latest legs,
And may not bask amang ye mair!
And you, sweet maids of honour,—come,
Come, darlings, let us jointly mourn,
For your old flame must now depart,
Depart, oh! never to return!
Oft have I roam’d o’er Buckingham,
From room to room, from height to height;
It was such pleasant exercise,
And gave me such an appetite!
Yes! when the dinner-hour arrived,
For me they never had to wait,
I was the first to take my chair,
And spread my ample napkin straight.
And if they did not quickly come,
After the dinner-bell had knoll’d,
I just ran up my private stairs,
To say the things were getting cold!
But now, farewell, ye pantry steams,
(The sweets of premiership to me),
Ye gravies, relishes, and creams,
Malmsey and Port, and Burgundy!
Full well I mind the days gone by,—
‘Twas nought but sleep, and wake, and dine;
Then John and Pal sang o’ their luck,
And fondly sae sang I o’ mine!
But now, how sad the scene, and changed!
Johnny and Pal are glad nae mair!
Oh! banks and braes o’ Buckingham!
How can you bloom sae fresh and fair!