Show him but a bottle of excellent wine,
And I’d warrant to say he’d the contest decline;
If talking would do he would frighten them all,
But I don’t think he’d like to see powder or ball,
Come whistling near to his brain-pan or heart;
From such trying scenes he would gladly depart;
As a neighbour he’s worthy the village esteem,
May he ne’er want a bottle nor I a good theme.
OLD JACK.—A SONG.
Tune.—“The Exciseman”.
Not far from the village you’ll see,
A snug little mansion appear,
As pleasant I think as can be,
To divert all its inmates from care.
It’s embellish’d with pebbles and glass,
Which in buildings is rare to be seen;
To enliven the eye as you pass,
In the front is a very neat green.
One side there a clump of fir trees,
The other a garden with fruit,
With flowerets the ladies to please,
And a jasmine tree into boot.
A paddock adjoins the loved spot,
Another thing more you’ll denote;
For work-men a very neat cot,
With a very good round little moat.
At the end of the cottage oft lay,
The black little scot on the straw;
On whom do old Jack in the day
At times lay his delicate paw.