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This Village, unmolested yet
By Troopers, shall be my Retreat:
Who cannot flatter, bribe, betray;
Who cannot write or vote for*.
Far from the Vermin of the Town,
Here let me rather live, my own,
Doze o'er a Pipe, whose Vapour bland
In sweet Oblivion lulls the Land;
Of all, which at Vienna passes,
As ignorant as**Brass is:
And scorning Rascals to caress,
Extol the Days of good Queen Bess,
When first Tobacco blest our Isle,
Then think of other Queens—and smile.
By Troopers, shall be my Retreat:
Who cannot flatter, bribe, betray;
Who cannot write or vote for*.
Far from the Vermin of the Town,
Here let me rather live, my own,
Doze o'er a Pipe, whose Vapour bland
In sweet Oblivion lulls the Land;
Of all, which at Vienna passes,
As ignorant as**Brass is:
And scorning Rascals to caress,
Extol the Days of good Queen Bess,
When first Tobacco blest our Isle,
Then think of other Queens—and smile.
Come, jovial Pipe, and bring along
Midnight Revelry and Song;
The merry Catch, the Madrigal,
That echoes sweet in City Hall;
Midnight Revelry and Song;
The merry Catch, the Madrigal,
That echoes sweet in City Hall;
The
