The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1877-06-28

Let others praise the lovely ways
Of charming beau or swell, swell, swell,
But l admire the gushing Tyre
OF Mareella's Lionel-nel-nel,
Of Marcella's Lionel
Tho many dream of love fond theme,
And feelits sweetest SPELL spell, spell,
| Yet none doth know its charming glow
Like Marcella's lionel-nel mel,
Like MAreella's Lionel.
Not cen the birds, whose sweetest words
In songs of love excel-cel-cel,
Can soar and sing on sweeter wing
Than Marcella's Lionel-nel-nel,
Than Marcellas Lionel.
Oh! could write would indite
dis noble praise so well, well, well,
| The tongues of fame should sound the namt
Of Marcella's Lionel -nel-nel,
Of Marcella's Lionel.
love to read his verse, indeed,
All praise it does excel-eel-cel,
Every thought, from Heaven caught,
Sings the praise Of Lionel-nal-nel,
Sings the praise of Lionel
In lpve's dominions he spreads his pinions,
There he doth reign and dwell dwell, dwell
And courts the girls, those precious pearls,
The charming Lionel-uel-nel,
The charming Lionel.
HIS lovely peal fair hearts doth steal.
Their doubts and fears doth quell, quell,
quell,
Like Cupids darts that charm all hearts,
Is the song of Lionel-nel-nel,
Is the song of Lionel.
Marcella's hills, Marcella's rills,
Each fowery field and dell, dell, dell,
Are charmed to hear that sound so dear,
The song of Lionel-Ael-nel,
The song of Lionel.
Marcella's mounts, Marcella's tounts,
Each crystal stream and spring, spring,
spring,
Begin to dance in sweetest trance,
When Lionel doth sing, sing, sing,
When Lionel doth sing.
Marcella's wales, Marcella's dales.
Sound his melodious swell, swell, swell,
Until the hills that rapture fills,
Chant the songs of Lionel-nel-nel,
Chant the songs of Lionel.
Marcella's pas, Marcela's mas,
Each dandy, beau and belle, belle, belle,
Marcella's queens mid beauty's scenes,
Are in love with Lionel-nel-nel,
Are in love with Lionel.
All clap their hands, their heart expands
With Joy no words can tell, tell, tell,
And their feet keep time to the merry chime
OF Marcella's Llonel-nel-nel,
OF Marcella's Lionel.
OH listen then, We gods and men
Be silent and admire-mire-m ire,
What sounds arise they fill the skiesl
The sound of Lionel's Tyre, Tyre, Tyre,
The sound OF Lioners Tyre.
That rapture sweet is all replete
With music's magic spell, spell, spell,
OH hea1 emily choirs 60 hush your Tyres,
And list to Lionel-nel-nel,
And list TO Lionel.
To his sweet song all charms belong,
No discord mars his tune, tune, tune,
He scars on high to the distant sky,
And sails around the moon, moon, moon,
And sails around the moon.
In realms of light he takes his fight,
Until he's lest to view, view, view,
Aloft, aloft, his pinions soft
He battles in the raln-bow's hue, hue, hue,
He battles in the rain-bow's hue.
Above, above, on wings of love,
Nothing his fight debars- bars-bars,
On raptured wings he scars and sings,
star amid the stars, stars, stars,
A star amid the stars.
Famed Lionel, I love full we'll
To view thy star so high, high, high,
Its rays are bright with glory's light,
"A meteor IN Jne skyi SKY, skyS
meteor in the sky.
Continue to write, your songs delight,
Have all that most endears-dears- dears,
That Tyre of thine is all divine,
Like the music of the spheres, spheres,
spheres,
Like the music of the spheres.
Let tuneful lays still sing thy praise
In the future as at now, now, now,
Till the MUSES. nine a wreath entwine,
To crown thy classic brow, brow, brow,
To crown thy classic brow.
For you, sweet bard, I've great regard,
And hope you're not of those, those, those,
Who'll take a wife to plague his life,
And change poetry to prose, prose, prose,
Change poetry TO prose.
The dreams of lover around you hover
With the joy that love awakes, wakes,
wakes,
sweet good night and dreams most bright,
] hope you'll dream of snakes, snakes,
snakes,
hope you'll dream ofsnakes. NJ. d.