. The book of ballads . a souud thats dear to me, It haunts me in my sleep ;I wake, and, if I hear it not, I cannot choose but the roaring of the wind, Above the rivers flow,Methinks I hear the mystic cry Of Clo!-01d Clo! •^c^ The exiles song-, it thrills among-The dwellings of the free. Its sound is strang-e to Eng-lish ears,Butt is not strang-e to me; 3W-- —^^^^ (U Tilli JJOOK 01 BALLADS. f2 Vur it liutli shook the tented field In ages long- ago,And hosts hare quailed before tlie cry Of Clo!—Old Clo! Oil, lose it not! forsake it not! And let no time effaceThe memorj of that s
. The book of ballads . a souud thats dear to me, It haunts me in my sleep ;I wake, and, if I hear it not, I cannot choose but the roaring of the wind, Above the rivers flow,Methinks I hear the mystic cry Of Clo!-01d Clo! •^c^ The exiles song-, it thrills among-The dwellings of the free. Its sound is strang-e to Eng-lish ears,Butt is not strang-e to me; 3W-- —^^^^ (U Tilli JJOOK 01 BALLADS. f2 Vur it liutli shook the tented field In ages long- ago,And hosts hare quailed before tlie cry Of Clo!—Old Clo! Oil, lose it not! forsake it not! And let no time effaceThe memorj of that solemn sound, The watchword of our not by dark and eagle eye, The Hebrew shall you know,So weU as by the j^laintive cry Of Clo!—Old Clo ! Even now, perchance, by Jordans banks. On Sidons sunny walls,\\here, dial-like, to portion time, The palm-trees shadow pilgrims, wending on their waj. Will linger, as they go,And hsten to the distant cry Of Clo!—Old Clo! :f t) -^a THE BOOK OF BALLADS. 65 I. %um\) (Rrnggrnliiinj. iaftrr (fir manner of 5Cl)iUfr. BuRSCH! if foaming- beer content ye, Come and drink your fill;In our cellars there is plenty, Himmel! liow you swill!That the liquor hath allurance, Well I understand;Butt is really past endurance, When you squeeze my hand! ^ I 1\ .«* THE BOOK OF BALLADS. Anil he heard her as if dreaming-, Heard her lialf in awe ;And the meerschaums smoke came streaminf From his open jaw :And hie pulse beat somewhat quicker Tlian it did before,And he finished oif his liquor, Stagrg-ered through the door. Uolted off direct to Munich, And within the yearUnderneath his fxennan tunic Stowed whole butts of be drank like fifty fishes, Drank till all was blue;For he felt extremeh- vicious— Somewhat thirsty too. But at length tliis dire deboshiug Drew towards an end ;Iew of all his silber-g-roschen Had he left to he knew it was not prudent Long-er to with weary feet the student Wended home atra
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