[Being three favourite Glees sung with great applause during the present Irish Voyage of Recovery; and written by Mr. Harry Brown in honour of that illustrious Godfather of rising Situations.*]
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Tune—“Hark! the lark at
heaven’s gate sings,
And Phœbus ’gins to
rise.”
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First Glee.
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.
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Second Glee.
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 every thing that brazen bin,
My precious limbs, arise.
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Third Glee.
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 every thing that double bin,
My Dublin boy, arise.
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* “We called them Croker’s Mountains.”—Voyage to the North
Pole.
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