Some well-known voice salutes his ear,
What cheer, old friend, old playmate tell?
Cash low, child sick, wife cross—All’s well!
From Wiseheart’s Merry Songster. Dublin.
Another Parody.
Deserted by declining day,
When weary wights benighted stray;
From bush, or cavern, we appear,
And scare the traveller’s frighted ear