The Curfew.
Air.—"The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day."
The Curfew tolls the knell of those whose day
Is done—those greedy "creatures on our lee"—
Woe to the burly phalanx so au fait
At hiding callipash and callipee.
E'en Gog himself looks lively with affright,
And Magog scarce his spike-stuck weapon holds;
For Cornewall Lewis sits, prepared to write,
And Patteson an awful scroll unfolds.