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Doubting, fearing, while his course he’s steering;
Cottages appearing, as he’s nigh to drop;
O ! how briskly then the way-worn traveller
Treads the maizes t’ward the mountain’s top.
Though so melancholy day has pass’d by,
'Twould be folly now to think on’t more;
Blythe and jolly he the cag holds fast by,
As he’s sitting at the goat-herd’s door:
Eating, quaffing—at past labours laughing——
Better far, by half, in spirits than before
O! how merrily the rested traveller
Seems, while sitting at the goat-herd’s door.
BUY A BROOM.
From Teuchland I come, with my light wares all
laden,
To dear, happy England, in summer’s gay bloom;
Then listen, fair lady and young pretty maiden,
Oh buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!
Buy a broom ! buy a broom!
Buy a broom ! buy a broom!
O buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!
To brush away insects that sometimes annoy you;
You’ll find it quite handy to use night and day,
And what better exercise, pray, can employ you,
Than to sweep all vexatious intruders away.
Buy a broom ! buy a broom!
Buy a broom ! buy a broom!
O buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!
