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ODES AND SONGS. 87 |
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Now what cometh ? look! look ! without menace or call, Who writes with his lightning's bright hand on the wall? What pierceth the king, like the point of a dart ? What drives the cold blood from his cheek to his heart ? Chaldeans, Magicians, the letters expound, They are read, and Belshazzar is dead on the ground; Hark ! the Persians come on a conqueror's wing, And a Mede's on the throne of Belshazzar the King.
14 SONG.
AND ARE YE SURE THE NEWS IS TRUE.
Tune.—" There's nae luck about the house.11
AND are ye sure the news is true, And are ye sure he's sign'd ? I can't believe the joyful tale, And leave my fears behind. If John has sign'd and drinks no more,
The happiest wife am I That ever swept a cottage hearth, Or sung a lullaby !
For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a' And ganes the comfort o' the house, Since he to drink did fa'!
Whose eye so kind, whose hand so strong,
Whose love so true will shine, If he have bent his heart and hand
The total pledge to sign. But what puts breaking in my head ?
I trust he'll taste no more; Be still, be still, my beating heart, Hark! hark! he's at the door!
For there's nae luck about the house,
There's been nae luck at a', And ganes the comfort o' the house, Since he to drink did fa'! |
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