Songs Without Sense

I. THE PERSONIFIED SENTIMENTAL     Affections charm no longer gilds     The idol of the shrine;     But cold Oblivion seeks to fill     Regrets ambrosial wine.     Though Friendships offering buried lies     Neath cold Aversions snow,     Regard and Faith will ever bloom     Perpetually below.     I see thee whirl in marble halls,     In Pleasures giddy train;     Remorse is never on that brow,     Nor Sorrows mark of pain.     Deceit has marked thee for her own;     Inconstancy the same;     And Ruin wildly sheds its gleam     Athwart thy path of shame. II. THE HOMELY PATHETIC     The dews are heavy on my brow;     My breath comes hard and low;     Yet, mother dear, grant one request,     Before your boy must go.     Oh! lift me ere my spirit sinks,     And ere my senses fail,     Place me once more, O mother dear,     Astride the old fence-rail.     The old fence-rail, the old fence-rail!     How oft these youthful legs,     With Alice and Ben Bolts, were hung     Across those wooden pegs!     Twas there the nauseating smoke     Of my first pipe arose:     O mother dear, these agonies     Are far less keen than those.     I know where lies the hazel dell,     Where simple Nellie sleeps;     I know the cot of Nettie Moore,     And where the willow weeps.     I know the brookside and the mill,     But all their pathos fails     Beside the days when once I sat     Astride the old fence-rails. III. SWISS AIR     Im a gay tra, la, la,     With my fal, lal, la, la,     And my bright     And my light     Tra, la, le. [Repeat.]     Then laugh, ha, ha, ha,     And ring, ting, ling, ling,     And sing fal, la, la,     La, la, le. [Repeat.]