Classic Poem

FIRST G LEE

Hark ! Mrs. Clarke or her gate-bell rings,
And we must 'gin to rise,
Our mouths to water at those things
Which fall in showers for Spies:
And winking yellow-boys begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With every thing that petty bin,
My salary sweet, arise.

S ECOND G LEE

Hark! the clerk at my gate rings,
And we must 'gin to rise,
To taste those pretty breakfast-things
The Admiral-tea supplies.
E'en widows without pay begin
To ope their tear-shut eyes:
With everything that brazen bin,
My precious limbs, arise.

T HIRD G LEE

Hark! the bark to the boatswain rings,
And we must 'gin to rise
To place our person near the King's,
Who now for Dublin hies.
(No matter who the devil begin
To ope all sorts of eyes:)
With everything that double bin,
My Dublin boy, arise.