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SONG OF A FALLEN ANGEL OVER A BOWL OF RUM -PUNCH1
By John Wilson (" Christopher North ")
(1785-1854)
Heap on more coal there,
And keep the glass moving, The frost nips my nose,
Though my heart glows with loving. Here's the dear creature,
No skylights—a bumper ; He who leaves heeltaps I vote him a mumper. With hey cow rumble O,
Whack ! populorum, Merrily, merrily men, Push round the jorum.
What are Heaven's pleasures
That so very sweet are ? Singing from psalters,
In short or long metre. Planked on a wet cloud,
Without any breeches, Just like the Celtic,
Met to make speeches.
With hey cow rumble O, etc.
1 From " Noctes Ambrosianae.'1
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