Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1853-11-19
CHORUS.

And enjoy, without alloy,
The bliss this day do Ii bring
Happy happy, happy lott
Whe so blessed as wei
So free from care; oh who would not
An English peasant te'
(GRAvp BALLET, at the conclusion Of phich a -four
ISL Of bumpets is heard, and enier ~ procession
Mr.. D-sR-LI and the NemJers Of the Roydi
BuckiHghdmstirc agricultural 1ssocidtioH.-
ftasantS kaeet III picturesque craps around hcm. }
Nr. D-sr-li.-
Arise, my friends. On such day as this
'Tis fit that ceremony we dismiss.
We come amongst you now Il need not mention
The fact that It's wondrous condescension)
To tell you that on this day, not on others,
We look upon you all as men and brothers.
Reasdnts.- uuzzahl
NJ. D-sr-li-
Nay, more TOR this day only undcrstand.)
Wen even degn to clasp you by the hand
Nor hesitate our milk-white palms to soil
By the warm grasp of hands deflod by toll;
For though this day so much we deign to do,
To morrow we can wash our hands Of you.
Music. The Peasants approach cautionsly and
shake hands ciH tie Honorable Members Of tie
association ioho are Gtteroayds seen icipiag their
palms wih cambric taHdkerchieG.)
First RaSdnt.-
Can believe my senses? am then
Here shaking hands with truc-born gcntlemen1
|, poor labourer? How he mistakes
Who'd say those friendly gripes are no great shakes
Mr. D--sT-h.--
Good friend, your humble spirit admire;
Though low your state, you're worthy of hiro
A. I.,. .1al, 4 Al A..
hope, as now, you'll always keep your place
mean your situation.
Fsdsam.- Forty year
I've kept it, sir, already.
Mr.. D-sr-li.- So hear;
And all that length of years did you ne'er try
Nor even hope to improve your stac'
Peasant- Not l.
.M. D-sr-h-
But wished to live and die a labourer7
ReasdH.- Yes.
M. D-sr-i-
A wondrous length of (yoars must confess
Friend, we're delighted at what you've revealed
We all are labourers in the self-same field.
The work of agriculture needs, you know,
The men who reap, as well as those who sow.
We rap :he profits; you prepare the soil
With ploughing, aud ] own with narrowing toll
Thus work we both together. Thus life goes so
Smoothly ours naught but rcaping--yours but
SOW, sow!
SoNG-Mr. D-sr-li.-
A master you have and you are his man
Happy, contented one
And your work, since the prime of your life began,
You've honestly, bravely done.
But things are arranged on 50 famous plan,
That you're no better OF now than when YOU
began.
As cowboy. plOugh.boy,
Sower then mower;
AT hay-making, pay-making,
Such as to live upon
Wasn't thing to be done!
But now we've assembled to see that the right
Thing should be speedily done,
To bestow a reward that you've merited quite
Honestly, fairly won;
And forty years scrvitudc thus we requite
With this coat of pea-green, and its buttons SO
bright,
With this brightly lightly,
Glittering, fritterng
Finery, shinery,
Dashery splashery
Livery sort of one!
Mr.. D-sr-H.-
Yes, wear this coat, my friend 'tis yours by
right;
Your virtues as its buttons are as bright.
And if you think your lifelong toll has been
Now paid, yourself are as its broad cloth green.
Now, who is the next claimant for the County
Associations most unheard-of bounty9
General Increment among The peasaafyy One OF
/ tco step ytorcard, Gut retire Gasht htuYy)
Nay, come; fear not, but your good deeds record
them,
And to the utmost we will now reward them
Second P5asaat-Sr, I've brought up family!
Mr.. D-sr-h.- How many?
RasdRk-- Nine.
Nr. D-sr-R.-Without parish aid?
RsasaNR.-Without penny,
Except what these two hands have earned.
Mr.. D-sr-tt- Good man!
The county owes you much.--Nine childrenl-
Can it be, with such small wages as you're paid,
Bring up family, and ask no aid
Oh, what wondrous picture of life
In toll priyation-selfdenial rife! s2ared,
Oh, how you must have worked and saved and
Your little 'mongst so many to have shared
How many years Of strict economy!
What long-enduring, patient industry
Stand forth, my man! receive your just reward,
The very highest prize that we award
Here, in the presence of your ielow-men,
Take tits yours The sum of Two POUNDS Ten
(MR. D-sR-LI counts .Gfty sliHiags into The peas
ants hand ieho retres orertohelaed oih Tie B,uai-
.fceace Of tie repard,)
Third Rasant--I sir, have seven children.
Mr.. D-sr-R.- That will do
Though not so good as t'other one by two.
PedsGnt-
No, but they're bigger ones than hisn
Mr.. D-sr-H.-- Good
You, too shall be rewarded as you should
Seven children-biO onesves tbere's m crit there