Page:He comes from the wars (1).pdf/5

5 My last expiring hour shall cheer,

And bless the wanderer's grave:

Then ever rove life's sunny banks,

By sweetest flow'rets strew'd

Still may yon claim a soldier's thanks,

A soldier's gratitude.

FATHER PAUL

While grave divines preach up dull rules,

And moral wits refine,

The precepts taught in human schools,

The precepts taught in human schools,

We Friars hold divine,

We Friars hold divine,

Here's a health to Father Paul

A health to Father Paul;

For flowing bowls inspire the souls

Of jolly Friars all.

When in the convent we are men,

We laugh, we joke. we sing,

Affairs divine, we soon forget;

Affairs divine, we soon forget,

Since Father Paul's our King,

Since Father Paul's our King,

Here's a health, &c.

Our bends and cross we hold divine

We way with fervent zeal,