Part 5 (1/2)

”And ere they are dulled,” another spoke, ”The Hyacinth bells shall ring.”

And the violet only murmured, ”I'm here,”

And sweet grew the breath of spring.

Then, ”Ha! ha! ha!” a chorus came Of laughter soft and low From the millions of flowers under the ground-- Yes--millions--beginning to grow.

Oh, the pretty, brave things! through the coldest days, Imprisoned in walls of brown, They never lost heart though the blast shriek loud, And the sleet and the hail came down, But patiently each wrought her beautiful dress, Or fas.h.i.+oned her beautiful crown; And now they are coming to brighten the world, Still shadowed by winter's frown; And well may they cheerily laugh, ”Ha! ha!”

In a chorus soft and low, The millions of flowers hid under the ground-- Yes--millions--beginning to grow.

CAVALIER TUNES.

1. GIVE A ROUSE.

King Charles, and who'll do him right now?

King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?

Give a rouse: here's, in h.e.l.l's despite now, King Charles!

Who gave me the goods that went since?

Who raised me the house that sank once?

Who helped me to gold I spent since?

Who found me in wine you drank once?

_Cho_. King Charles, and who'll do him right now?

King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?

Give a rouse: here's, in h.e.l.l's despite now, King Charles!

To whom used my boy George quaff else, By the old fool's side that begot him?

For whom did he cheer and laugh else, While Noll's d.a.m.ned troopers shot him.

_Cho_. King Charles, and who'll do him right now?

King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?

Give a rouse: here's, in h.e.l.l's despite now, King Charles!

II. BOOT AND SADDLE.

Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!