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It is because you please 'em
And in the midst of pleasure
But see the sun shines brightly;
And hear your friends, the thrushes,
And when we home must jog, you
The Ass and the Flute.
You must know that this ditty,
This little romance,
Be it dull, be it witty,
Arose from mere chance.
Near a certain inclosure,
Not far from my manse,
As he went along prying,
Our amateur started,
And eyed it askance, Drew nearer, and snorted Upon it by chance.
The breath of the brute, sir,
Drew music for once;
It entered the flute, sir,
And blew it by chance.
"Ah!” cried he, in wonder,
The skill of an ass ?"
And asses in plenty
I see at a glance,
Who, one time in twenty,
Succeed by mere chance.
The Enchcape Rock.
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
Without either sign or sound of their shock
The Abbot of Aberbrothok
Had placed that bell in the Inchcape Rock; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung.
When the Rock was hid by the surge's swell,
The sun in heaven was shining gay,
The sea-birds scream'd as they wheel'd around, And there was joyaunce in their sound.
The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen
He felt the cheering power of spring,
But the Rover's mirth was wickedness.
His eye was on the Inchcape float;
And I'll plague the Abbot of Aberbrothok."
The boat is lower'd, the boatmen row,
Sir Ralph bent over from the boat,
And he cut the Bell from the Inchcape float.
Down sunk the Bell with a gurgling sound,
Quoth Sir Ralph, "The next who comes to the
Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok."
Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away,
So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky
On the deck the Rover takes his stand,
"Canst hear," said one, "the breakers roar?; For methinks we should be near the shore." "Now where we are I cannot tell,
But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell."
They hear no sound, the swell is strong; Though the wind hath fallen they drift along, Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock,"Oh, Christ, it is the Inchcape Rock!"
Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair;
But even in his dying fear
One dreadful sound could the Rover hear,