Alike are ranged to hardihood;
And wheresoe’er the troop appear 135
They scatter smiles, a hearty cheer
Comes from both old and young,
And blessings fall from many a tongue.
They reach the dear paternal roof,
Nor dread a cold or stern reproof, 140
While they pour forth the history
Of three days’ mirth and revelry.
Ah! Children, happy is your lot,