Classic Poem

SHACABAC AND BEDA .

SHAC .

Yes, Beda. This, Beda, when I melancholy grow,
This tinking heart-sinking soon can drive away.

BEDA .

When hearing sounds cheering, then we blithe and jolly grow
How do you while to you, Shacabac, I play?
Tink, tinka, tinka, tink! the sweet guitar shall cheer you;
Clink, clinka, clinka, clink! so gaily let us sing.

SHAC.

Tink, tinka, tinka, tink! A pleasure 'tis to hear you,
While neatly you sweetly, sweetly touch the string!
Once sighing, sick, dying, sorrow hanging over me,
Faint, weary, sad, dreary, on the ground I lay;
There moaning, deep groaning, Beda did discover me.

BEDA .

Strains soothing, care smoothing, I began to play.
Tink, tinka, tinka, tink! the sweet guitar could cheer you;
Clink, clinka, clinka, clink! so gaily did I sing.

SHAC.

Tink, tinka, tinka, tink! A pleasure 'twas to hear you,
While neatly you sweetly, sweetly touched the string!