WITH pipe and flute the rustic Pan
Of old made music sweet for man;

And wonder hushed the warbling bird, And closer drew the calm-eyed herd, The rolling river slowlier ran.

Ah! would, -ah! would, a little span,
Some air of Arcady could fan

This age of ours, too seldom stirred
With pipe and flute !

But now for gold we plot and plan ;
And, from Beersheba unto Dan,

Apollo's self might pass unheard,
Or find the night-jar's note preferred;
Not so it fared, when time began,
With pipe and flute !

There's a letter to drop at the locksmith's shop,

And Toto, the locksmith's niece,
Has jubilant hopes, for the Curé gropes
In his tails for a pain d'épice.

There's a little dispute with a merchant of fruit,

Who is said to be heterodox,
That will ended be with a " Ma foi, oui!"
And a pinch from the Cure's box.

There is also a word that no one heard
To the furrier's daughter Lou;
And a pale cheek fed with a flickering
red,

And a "Bon Dieu garde M'sieu'!”

But a grander way for the Sous-Préfet,
And a bow for Ma'am'selle Anne;
And a mock "off-hat to the Notary's
cat,

And a nod to the Sacristan :
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