All round the world while I've a head, However I may chance to be Without a home-without a shed, My tile shall be a roof to me. The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no salam And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam. All men in drab he calleth friends; But there's a broader brim than thatGive me the love that comprehends All round my hat, all round my hat! The Monarch binds his brows in gold, With gems and pearls to sparkle there ; But still a hat, a hat that's old, They say is much more easy wear. At regal state I'll not repine For Kaiser, King, or Autocrat, Whilst there's a golden sun to shine All round my hat, all round my hat! The Soldier seeks the field of death, With berries made of musket balls. No love have I for shot and shell, With hissings sharp that end in flatChafers and gnats sing just as well All round my hat, all round my hat! As yet, my hat, you've got a crown; All round my hat, all round my hat! As yet, my hat, I've got a house, And fate propitious still allows A home for me—a peg for you. But say my bread were but a crumb, Myself as poor as any rat― Why, I could 66 cry, Good people, come All round my hat, all round my hat!" As yet the best of womankind Continues all that wife should be, But say the bliss should not endure, No acres broad pertain to me To furnish cattle, coal, or corn; Like people that are born at sea, There was no land where I was born : Yet, when my flag of life is furl'd What landlord can do more than that? I'll leave my heir the whole wide world All round my hat, all round my hat! BEN BLUFF. A PATHETIC BALLAD. Pshaw, you are not on a whaling voyage, where everything that offers is game."-The Pilot. BEN BLUFF was a whaler, and many a day Had chased the huge fish about Baffin's old Bay; But time brought a change his diversion to spoil, He turn'd up his nose at the fumes of the coke, 66 Sparmacity," said he-but the City declined. So Ben cut his line in a sort of a huff, As soon as his Whales had brought profits enough, And hard by the Docks settled down for his life, But, true to his text, went to Wales for a wife. |