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18 IRISH MELODIES. |
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WE MAY ROAM THRO' THIS WORLD.
We may roam thro' this world, like a child at a feast,
Who but sips of a sweet, and then flies to the rest; And, when pleasure begins to grow dull in the east,
We may order our wings, and be off to the west; But if hearts that feel, and eyes that smile,
Are the dearest gifts that Heaven supplies, We never need leave our own green isle,
For sensitive hearts, and for sun-bright eyes. Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd,
Thro' this world, whether eastward or westward you roam, When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round,
Oh! remember the smile that adorns her at home.
In England, the garden of Beauty is kept
By a dragon of prudery placed within call; But so oft this unamiable dragon has slept,
That the garden's but carelessly watch'd after all. Oh! they want the wild sweet-briery fence
Which round the flowers of Erin dwells ; Which warns the touch, while winning the sense,
Nor charms us least when it most repels. Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd,
Thro' this world, whether eastward or westward you roam, When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round,
Oh ! remember the smile that adorns her at home. |
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