The sky-lark - National Library of Scotland

THE SKT-LAKK.
Then how, my soul, can we be poor,
Who own what kingdoms could not buy?
Of thy true heart thou shalt be queen,
And serving thee— a monarch I.
Thus uncontroul'd in mutual bliss,
And rich in love's exhaustless mine ;
Do thou snatch treasures from my lips,
And I'll take kingdoms back from thine.
A NATIONAL GLEE.
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Of Cressy's fam'd battle all have read, sirs, in story,
Of Edward, the star of old England's glory,
Who 'gainst the bold foe his colours unfurl'd,
Fill'd their soul's with alarm, and surpris'd all the
world;
Like him, Henry too, shall fair victory pursue,
And the foe in dismay, as before, cry morbleu.
Like Englishmen then, we'll to battle away,
Tis England that calls—we'll her summons obey,
Oo justice and honour rely as our shield,
It will make firm our arm, and the foe cause to yield,
While Henry, our king, shall dear victory pursue,
And the foe in dismay, as before, cry morbleu.
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