The Green Linnet |
Curiosty led a young native of Erin To view the gay banks of the Rhine, Where an empress he saw, and the robe she was wearing All over with diamonds did shine. No goddess in splendour was ever yet seen To equal this fair maid so mild and serene, In soft murmurs she cried, "O my Linnet so green, Sweet Boney, will I neer see you more?
2. The cold lofty Alps you freely passed over, | 3. The crowned heads of Europe when you were in splendour, Swore that they would have you subdue; But the goddess of freedom soon made them surrender, And lower their standard to you. Old Fredericks colours to France he did bring; Yet offspring found shelter under your wing; That year at Vienna you sweetly did sing; Sweet Boney, will I neer see you more?
4. What numbers of men there were eager to slay you! |
5. I ranged through the deserts of wild Abyssinia, And could yet find no cure for my pain; I will go and inquire at the isle of St Helena, But soft murmurs whisper "Tis vain"! Come, tell me, ye critics come tell me in time, What nations Ill rove my green Linnet to find; Was he slain at Waterloo, in Spain or on the Rhine? No, hes dead on St Helenas bleak shore. |