British  sons  no  longer  now
Hurl  the  bar,  or  twang  the  bow.
Nor  of  crimson  combat  think.
But  securely  smoke  and  drink.
CHORUS.
Smiling  years,  that  gaily  run
Round  the  zodiac  with  the  sun.
Tell  if  ever  you  have  seen
Realms  so  quiet  and  serene.
IMITATION  n.— AMB.  PHILIFS.
Tenues  fugit  oeu  fiunns  in  auras.
YlRO.
Little  tube  of  mighty  power,
Charmer  of  an  idle  hour.
Object  of  my  warm  desire,
Lip  of  wax  and  eye  of  fire  ;
And  thy  snowy  taper  waist.
With  my  finger  gently  braced  ;
And  thy  pretty  swelling  crest.
With  my  little  stopper  prest,
And  the  sweetest  bliss  of  blisses.
Breathing  from  thy  balmy  kisses.
Happy  thrice,  and  thrice  agen,
Happiest  he  of  happy  men  ;
Who  when  again  the  night  returns.
When  again  the  taper  bums,
When  again  the  cricket  *s  gay
(Little  cricket  full  of  play))
Can  afford  his  tube  to  feed
With  the  fragrant  Indian  weed :
Pleasure  for  a  nose  divine,
Incense  of  the  god  of  wine.
Happy  thrice,  and  thrice  again.
Happiest  he  of  happy  men.
