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*Euphrosyne Apr. 0. 1807, by LAURIE & WHITTLE, 63, Fleet Street, London.*

Some Verses

COUNTRY LIFE,
CONTRASTED WITH THE PLEASURES OF TOWN;

*Written by CAPTAIN MORRIS; with additional Stanzas by the late MR. HEWERDINE, marked by inverted Commas.*

IN LONDON I never know what to be at,
Enraptur'd with this, and transported with that;
I'm wild with the sweets of variety's plan,
And life seems a blessing to happy for man!

But the COUNTRY (Lord bless us) sets all matters right—
So calm and composing from morning to night:
Oh, it settles the stomach, when nothing is seen
But an ass on a common—a goose on a green!

In LONDON how easy we visit and meet!—
Gay pleasure's the theme, and sweet smiles are our treat,
Our morning's a round of good humour, delight,
And we rattle in comfort and pleasure all night!

In the COUNTRY how pleasant our visits to make,
Thro' ten miles of mud, for formality's sake!
With the coachman in drink, and the moon in a fog,
And no thought in our head—but a ditch or a bog!

In LONDON, if folks ill together are put,
A bore may be roasted, a quiz may be cut.

"In the COUNTRY your friends would feel angry and sore,
" Call an old maid a quiz, or a parson a bore,"

In the COUNTRY you're nail'd like a pale in your park,
To some stick of a neighbour cramm'd into the ark;
Or, if you are sick, or in fits tumble down,
You reach death, ere the doctor can reach you from town.

I've heard that how love in a cottage is sweet,
When two hearts in one link of soft sympathy meet:—
I know nothing of that: for, alas, I'm a swain
Who requires (I own it) more links to my chain!

Your jays and your magpies may chatter on trees,
And whisper soft nonsense in groves if they please;
But a house is much more to my mind than a tree;
And, for groves—oh, a fine grove of chimneys for me!

"In the evening you're screw'd to your chairs fist to fist,
" All stupidly yawning at sixpenny whist;
" And, tho' win or lose, 'tis as true as 'tis strange,
" You've nothing to pay—the good folks have no change!

"But for singing and piping, your time to engage,

"You've cock and hen bullfinches coop'd in a cage;

"And what music in nature can make you so feel,

"As a pig in a gate stuck, or knife-grinder's wheel!

"I grant, if in fishing you take much delight,

"In a punt you may shiver from morning to night;

"And, tho' bless'd with the patience that Jon had of old,

"The devil a thing do you catch—but a cold!

"Yet 'tis charming to hear, just from boarding-school come,

"A Tit-up tune up an old family strum:

"Play God save the King in an excellent tone,

"With the sweet variation of Old Bob and Joan!

"But, what tho' your appetite's in a weak state,

"A pound at a time they will push on your plate;

"'Tis true, as to health, you've no cause to complain;

"For they'll drink it, God bless 'em, again and again!"

Then in Town let me live, and in Town let me die;
For, in truth, I can't relish the COUNTRY—not I;
If I must have a villa in LONDON to dwell,
Oh, give me the sweet shady side of Pall-Mall!

Published, 6th April, 1807,
BY LAURIE AND WHITTLE,
No. 53, Fleet Street,
LONDON.