And there was no scarcity.。， Women also I expect,
For me to feast my wonder."。，
。， What wondrous lint it makes!
To carol forth this song!We're gathered in His name,。，
。， He's our rock and tower.Of his maintenance thinks he though,
。， Know'st thou the house? On columns rests its pile,Its halls are gleaming, and its chambers smile,And marble statues stand and gaze on me:"Poor child! what sorrow hath befallen thee?"Know'st thou it well?
1795.*-----BALLAD。， But first he has buried his wealth.What figure is that in his arms one perceives,
。， The priest beheld us fareHome from the altar both,
。， And when in camp, are bor'd.
Surely we for wine may languish!。， All proposed attending.Johnny, go and look around!
Hears how we love the fight,And bids them cross and ribbon bring,。，
。， Brief must be my explanation,
。， Yes! we've oft, when waking, dream'd,
，。， Surely we for wine may languish!