Classic Poem

Behold the faries' jocund band,
Who firm, though low of stature,
'Gainst giant vice shall make a stand,
Portraying human nature.

We've characters of every mould,
All tempers, forms, and sizes,
The grave, the gay, the young, the old,
Hid under quait disguises.

Then hey for the faries, &c.

II.

We have a priest who never swears,
But who is always ready
With money, or advice, or prayers,
To help the poor and needy.

Then hey for the faries, &c.

III.

A man and wife, who both on crutch
Are now obliged to hobble,
Who fifty years, or near as much,
Have never had a squabble.

Then hey for the faries, &c.

IV.

A magistrate upright and wise,
To whom no bribe is given,
And who before two charming eyes
Can hold the balance even.

Then hey for the faries, &c:

V.

A learn'd physician of great skill,
All cures, like Galen, pat in,
Who never does his patients kill,
Take fees, or jabbers latin.

Then hey for the faries, &c.

VI.

A country squire who hates the smell
Of Stingo and October,
A modern poet who can spell,
And a musician sober.

Then hey for the faries, &c.

VII.

Away then, comrades, beat to arms,
Display your sportful banners,
Strike hard at vice, explore false charms,
And catch the living manners.

Then hey for the faries, &c.