The maid! was she handsome? why truly so-so: 24 Then up rose these heroes as brisk as the sun, And their horses, like his, were prepared to run. Now when in the morning Matt asked for the score, John kindly had paid it the evening before. 25 Their breakfast so warm to be sure they did eat, A custom in travellers mighty discreet; And thus with great friendship and glee they went on, To find out the place you shall hear of anon, Called Down, down, hey derry down. 26 But what did they talk of from morning till noon; Why, of spots in the sun, and the man in the moon ; Of the czar's gentle temper, the stocks in the city, The wise men of Greece, and the Secret Committee. 27 So to Harlow they came; and, hey! where are you all? Show us into the parlour, and mind when I call; Why, your maids have no motion, your men have no life; Well, master, I hear you have buried your wife. 28 Come this very instant, take care to provide Tea, sugar, and toast, and a horse and a guide; 29 O squire, to the grief of my heart I may say, And the Harrisons both may be presently here; year. 30 Then Joan brought the tea-pot, and Caleb the toast; And the wine was frothed out by the hand of mine host; But we cleared our extempore banquet so fast, 31 Now hey for Down-Hall! for the guide he was got; The chariot was mounted, the horses did trot; The guide he did bring us a dozen miles round; But oh! all in vain: for no Down could be found. 32 O thou popish guide, thou hast led us astray, 33 Thy wife, answered Matthew, when she went abroad, Ne'er told thee of half the by-ways she had trod: Perhaps she met friends, and brought pence to thy house, But thou shalt go home without ever a souse. 34 What is this thing, Morley, and how can you mean it? 35 O here I spy Down, cast your eye to the west, Where a windmill so stately stands plainly confessed. On the west, replied Matthew, no windmill I find; As well thou mayst tell me, I see the west wind: 36 Now pardon me, Morley, the windmill I spy, But, faithful Achates, no house is there nigh. Look again, says mild Morley; gadzooks! you are blind: The mill stands before; and the house lies behind. 37 O, now a low ruined white shed I discern, 38 A house should be built, or with brick, or with stone. Why 'tis plaster and lath; and I think that's all one; And such as it is, it has stood with great fame, To Down, down, hey derry down. 39 O Morley! O Morley! if that be a hall, The fame with the building will suddenly fallWith your friend Jemmy Gibbs' about buildings agree; My business is land; and it matters not me. 40 I wish you could tell what a deuce your head ails: I showed you Down-hall; did you look for Ver sailles! Then take house and farm as John Ballet will let you, For better for worse, as I took my Dame Betty. 41 And now, Sir, a word to the wise is enough; You'll make very little of all your old stuff: 1 James Gibbs, architect of the Ratcliffe Library, Oxford, and many other buildings. And to build at your age, by my troth, you grow simple! Are you young and rich, like the master of Wimple? 1 42 If you have these whims of apartments and gardens, From twice fifty acres you'll ne'er see five farthings: And in yours I shall find the true gentleman's fate; Ere you finish your house, you'll have spent your estate. 43 Now let us touch thumbs, and be friends ere we part. Here, John, is my thumb, and here, Mat, is my heart; To Halstead I speed, and you go back to town. Thus ends the first part of the ballad of Down. Derry down, down, hey derry down. VERSES SPOKEN TO LADY HENRIETTA CAVENDISH-HOLLES HARLEY, COUNTESS OF OXFORD. IN THE LIBRARY OF ST JOHN'S COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE, NOVEMBER 9, 1719. MADAM, SINCE Anna visited the Muses' seat (Around her tomb let weeping angels wait!) Writings of men our thought to-day neglects, Plato and Tully we forbear to read, And their great followers whom this house has bred, 1 Edward Earl of Oxford. The family seat was then at Wimple. 10 To study lessons from thy morals given, Their pious incense let our neighbours bring, Your eyes we bless, your praises we proclaim; PROLOGUE TO THE ORPHAN,3 REPRESENTED BY SOME OF THE WESTMINSTER SCHOLARS, AT HICKFORD'S DANCING ROOM, FEBRUARY 2, 1720. SPOKEN BY LORD DUPPLIN, WHO ACTED CORDELIO THE PAGE. WHAT! Would my humble comrades have me say, 13 20 10 1 Sir T. White, founder of St John's College, Oxon.-2 Archbishop Laud also was a generous benefactor.- A few lines of this prologue occur in another, which has been given already. |