Out upon jealous blether!
You've learnt in the best of schools.
I want to see you win, lads;
Old LEO loves his cubs.
If cynics growl or grin, lads,
We'll drive them back to their tubs.
Do you think my blood's so thin, lads,
I'd diet upon cold snubs?
The cynics think they're clever;
Beshrew their big bow-wow!
Boys, swing together ever,
Steady from stroke to bow;
One chain shall sever never--
The love-links round us now!
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WHAT'S IN A NAME?
Will someone gifted with the _nous_,
Explain the "why" of Spinning House?
Is it to strike with wholesome fear
The thoughtless Maiden whose career
Looks like a sinning one?
And thus the Judge her conscience wakes,
Since he, when passing sentence, takes
Good care to name a _Spinning_ one?
Or is it that in such a habitation,
Herself a spinster more at home might feel;
And in a Spinning House find occupation,
Provided with a decent spinning-wheel;
But there,--no matter whence it came,
Or what's the meaning hidden in its name,
About its destination there's no fear;
And judging from a noted recent case,
The Spinning House will,--it is pretty clear,--
Itself be soon sent spinning into space.
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