The Quail, that ne’er deceives us,
Now makes his morning call;
The fickle cuckoo leaves us,
But that’s the way with them all.
Then hurra, hurra! though we don’t know why,
For that blazing month—a hot July.
Punch’s Almanac. 1846.
THE RETURN OF THE ADMIRAL.
How gallantly, how merrily we ride along the sea!