ROOM IN THE INN. 79 



Vanity ! modesty ! eh ! what else ? But have my 

 stave, boys, and welcome ! [Sings.] 



The sea-trout gray 

 Are now at play, 



The salmon is up hurra ! hurra ! 

 For the streamlets brown 

 Are dancing down ; 



So quicken the cup hurra ! hurra ! 



ii. 



The cloud-cap still 

 Is 011 the hill, 



And the showers fall fast hurra ! hurra ! 

 But the sun and breeze 

 Will scatter these ; 



So drink while they last hurra ! hurra ! 



in. 



We'll start by dawn, 

 O'er lea and lawn, 



Through thicket and thorn hurra ! hurra ! 

 On merriest limb, 

 With rods in trim ; 



Come, drink a sweet morn hurra ! hurra ! 



AIL Hurra ! hurra ! 



May. And now, masters, that ye have got it, what 

 think ye of it ? 



