Now see us assembl’d, upon her green swa’d,
With faces all smiling, and spirits full glad.
Fal lal de ral la.
No long chaunt of Friars now steals thro’ her glooms,
No lazy cowl’d monk now her viands consumes;
But chearful the strain which our voices upraise,
And active the man, who partakes of our praise.
Fal lal de ral la.
Yet still in researches her sons shew their might,
Still labour in darkness to bring good to light: