To laugh at the French and bid rebels go swing.
Drink, drink to our flag, boys; for ages shall flutter
In glory and honour that standard renown'd.
Let those who prefer it have plain bread and butter;
For me, lads, I warrant the toast shall go round.
Chorus.—Let those, &c.
A CHILD'S TWILIGHT.
CHILD.
THE sun drops down in the deep, deep west
As a ball sinks into a cup;