The sky-lark - National Library of Scotland

THE SKY-LARK. 23
Where'er 1 go, whatever my lowly state,
Yet grateful mem'ry still shall linger here,
And when, perhaps, you're musing o'er my fate,
You still may greet me with a tender tear.
Ah! then forgive me, pitied let me part,
Your frowns, too sure, would break my sinking-
heart.
CATCH.—HARK! THE BONNY.
Hark! the bonny Christ Church bells,
One, two, three, four, five, six:
They sound so woundy great,
So wond'rous sweet,
And they troul so merrily, merrily.
Hark! the first and second bell,
That every day at four and ten
Cries, come to prayers,
And the verger troops before the dean.
Tingle, tingle, ting, goes the small bell at nine,
To call the bearers home;
But the devil a man
Will leave his can
'Till he hears the mighty Tom.