. Ballads. ns sa hutteUne table, un vieux lit,Des cartes, une flute,Un broc que Dien remplit;Un portrait de niaitresse,Un coffre et rien dedans;Eh gai! cest la richesseDu gros Roger-Bontemps. Aux enfans de la villeMontrer de petits jeux;Etre fesseur lialiileDe contes gi-aveleux;Ne parler que de danseEt dalmanachs chantans:Eh gai! cest la scienceDu gros Roger-Bontemps. ROGER-BOXTEMPS. 243 Finite de vins delite,Sabler ceux dii canton:Preferer MargueriteAux dames du gi-and ton :De joie et de tendresseRemplir tons ses instans:Eh gai! cest le sagesseDu gros Roger-Bonteraps. Dire an ciel: Je me fie,
. Ballads. ns sa hutteUne table, un vieux lit,Des cartes, une flute,Un broc que Dien remplit;Un portrait de niaitresse,Un coffre et rien dedans;Eh gai! cest la richesseDu gros Roger-Bontemps. Aux enfans de la villeMontrer de petits jeux;Etre fesseur lialiileDe contes gi-aveleux;Ne parler que de danseEt dalmanachs chantans:Eh gai! cest la scienceDu gros Roger-Bontemps. ROGER-BOXTEMPS. 243 Finite de vins delite,Sabler ceux dii canton:Preferer MargueriteAux dames du gi-and ton :De joie et de tendresseRemplir tons ses instans:Eh gai! cest le sagesseDu gros Roger-Bonteraps. Dire an ciel: Je me fie,Mon pere, a ta bonte;De ma philosophiePardonne le gaite:Que ma saison derniereSois encore un printemps;Eh gai! cest la priereDu gros Roger-Bontemps. Vous pauvres pleins denvie,Vous riches desireux,Vous, dont le char devieApi-es nn cours heureux;Vous, qui perdrez peut-etreDes titres cclatans,Eh gai! prenez pour maitreLe gi-os Roger-Bontemps. 214 JOLLY JACK. ;ji:.,i,iilHiir!i|!ljijijl(|;!r,ii(:;,,ii;-|. JOLLY JACK. When fierce political debate Throughout the isle was storming,And Rads attacked the throne and state, And Tories the reforming,To calm the furious rage of each. And right the land sent us Jolly Jack, to teach The way to be contented. JOLLY JACK. 245 Jacks bed was straw, twas warm and soft, His chair, a tlii-ee-legged stool;His broken jug was emptied oft. Yet, someliow, alwajS full,His mistress portrait decked the wall. His mirror had a crack;Yet, gay and glad, though this was all His wealth, lived Jolly Jack. To give advice to avarice, Teach pride its mean preach good sense to dull pretence, Was honest Jacks higli simple statesman found his rule Of moral in the held his philosophic school Beneath the George and Dragon. When village Solons cursed the Lords, And called the malt-tax heeded not their angry words. But smiled and drank his when men wasted health and life In search of rank and
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