iv.
The dawn hath past, the sun at last
Round our revels his beams has cast;
Yet ere we go a parting glass,
Our toast a sprightly, buxom lass.
My brave boys only now it is day!
Only now, my brave boys, it is day!
Squire Kiltipper, somewhat pleased, sung a semi-stave of the song:—
"Can't ye stand, while the world rolls round?