'For that matter, sir, be ye squire, knight, or lord, 'Of mutton, a delicate neck and a breast Then supper was served, and the sheets they were laid, And Morley most lovingly whisper'd the maid: Then up rose these heroes as brisk as the sun, Derry down, &c. Their breakfast so warm, to be sure they did cat, (A custom in travellers mighty discreet ;) [on, And thus with great friendship and glee they went To find out the place you shall hear of anon; Called Down, Down, hey derry down. But what did they talk of from morning till noon? Why, of spots in the sun, and the man in the moon; Of the Czar's gentle temper, the stocks in the City, The wise men of Greece, and the Secret Committee, Derry down, &c. So to Harlow they came; and 'Hey, where are you all? Show us into the parlour, and mind when I call: Why, your maids have no motion, your men have no life; Well, master, I hear you have buried your wife, 'Come this very instant, take care to provide [song, 'O Squire, to the grief of my heart I may say, I have buried two wives since you travelled this way; And the Harrisons both may be presently here; And Down stands, I think, where it stood the last Derry down, &c. [year,' Then Joan brought the tea-pot, and Caleb the toast, And the wine was froth'd out by the hand of mine host; But we clear'd our extempore banquet so fast, That the Harrisons both were forgot in the haste, Derry down, &c. Now hey for Down Hall; for the guide he was got; 'O thou Popish guide, thou hast led us astray:'- wife;' Thy wife,' answer'd Matthew, abroad, 'when she went Ne'er told thee of half the by-ways she had trod; Perhaps she met friends, and brought pence to thy house, But thou shalt go home without ever a souse: What is this thing, Morley, and how can you mean it? seen it?' We have lost our estate here, before we have Have patience,' soft Morley, in anger, replied; To find out our way, let us send off our guide. Derry down, &c. "O here I spy Down; cast your eye to the west, Where a windmill so stately stands plainly con 6 fess'd.' [find; 'On the west!' replied Matthew, no windmill I As well thou may'st tell me I see the west wind. Derry down, &c. 'Now pardon me, Morley, the windmill I spy, But, faithful Achates, no house is there nigh.' 'Look again,' says mild Morley, 'Gadzooks, you are blind; The mill stands before, and the house lies behind; Derry down, &c. O, now a low, ruin'd, white shed, I discern, Untiled and unglazed, I believe 'tis a barn.' 'A barn! why you rave; 'tis a house for a squire, A justice of peace, or a knight of our shire. Derry down, &c.. A house should be built or with brick or with stone:' [all one: Why, 'tis a plaster and lath, and I think that's And such as it is, it has stood with great fame, Been called a Hall, and has given its name To Down, Down, hey derry down.' O Morley, O Morley, if that be a Hall, The fame with the building will suddenly fall'— "With your friend Jemmy Gibbs about buildings agree, My business is land, and it matters not me; 'I wish you could tell'what a deuce your head ails; sailles? [let ye, Then take house and farm as John Ballett will For better for worse, as I took my dame Betty, Derry down, &c. And now, sir, a word to the wise is enough; You'll make very little of all your old stuff; And to build at your age, by my troth, you grow simple; Are you young and rich, like the master of Wimple?? Derry down, &c. If you have these whims of apartments and gar dens, [things; From twice fifty acres you'll ne'er see five farAnd in your's I shall find the true gentleman's fate, Ere you finish your house you'll have spent your Derry down, &c. [estate; Now let us touch thumbs, and be friends ere we part.' 'Here, John, is my thumb;' and 'Here, Mat, is my heart: 6 Architect of the Ratcliffe Library, Oxon, &c. 7 Edward, Earl of Oxford. To Halstead I speed, and you go back to Town:'Thus ends the first part of the ballad of Down, Derry down, down, hey derry down. SONG. If wine and music have the power Venus, be thou to-morrow great; Let us to-morrow's blessings own; SONGS. SET TO MUSIC BY THE MOST EMINENT MASTERS. SET BY ABEL. READING ends in melancholy, Wine breeds vices and diseases, Wealth is but care, and love but folly, My wealth, my books, my flask, my Molly, |