And endless the enchanting scenes we’ll show when there you be!”
“Oh! no, no,” say the Englishmen, “to ask us in vain,
For who goes o’er your longsome seas, can ne’er come back again.”
II.
“We’re sure you must be weary, lads, with toiling all the day,
Luxuriate in our balmy clime,” the Colonists still say;
“The fertile earth here laughs around, the skies are warm and fine,
Oh! do but come, live here awhile, and share our oil and wine.”
“Ah! no, no,” say the Englishmen, “we’ve often heard before,
How many gammon’d simple folk, wreck on your earthquake-shore.”