We robbers live a life of joy,
Plunder all our thoughts employ;
We fear no care—we fear no strife,
With looks terrific on we stray;
Stand, is the word which all must obey,
Your jewels, cash, or life!
Then drink! drink! let this be the toast,
Plunder for ever's the robber's boast!

What a folly it is for us to grieve,
The poor may starve but we must live;
Let the fools groan while we drain them dry;
We'll laugh, ha! ha!—while we finger the gold;
For to feeling or pity our hearts are cold;
And we chuckle with glee when the prey is nigh!
Then drink! drink! let this be the toast,
Plunder for ever's the robber's boast!

Ah, cruel man! how long am I
to remain in this abandoned
state? bound soul and body to
you and your crew, without even
a will of my own; I dare not
look, sleep, eat, drink, walk, nor
talk, without your permission.
Oh, cruel fate! that ever I should
be in the fangs of such a Miller,
there is nothing he fixes his
hawk's eye on, but what he
mills, and the Devil will mill him
some day.

(Aside) Aye, villain! but thou
shalt be deceived, she hour of
your destruction, and of your in-
famous gang is nigh. Thank
Heaven! I have well secured the
drain, and when fired, the coun-
try will be released from thee and
thy desideratus for ever! Cou-
rage Ravine, courage—thy free-
dom is nearer than thou thinkest,
Lothair, and Justice, will thy
deliverers.

THE MILLER AND HIS MEN.