AND let me the canakin clink, clink;

And let me the canakin clink:

A soldier's a man;

A life's but a span;

Why, then, let a soldier drink.

Tell me where is fancy bred.

TELL me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply.

It is engender'd in the eyes; With gazing fed; and fancy dies

In the cradle where it lies.

Let us all ring fancy's knell ;

I'll begin it,-Ding-dong, bell.

HARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs

On chalic'd flowers that lies;

And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise ;

Arise, arise.