Songs Without Sense: [For the Parlor and Piano]

written by


« Reload image

I. THE PERSONIFIED SENTIMENTAL

AFFECTION’S charm no longer gilds
  The idol of the shrine;
But cold Oblivion seeks to fill
  Regret’s ambrosial wine.
Though Friendship’s offering buried lies
  ’Neath cold Aversion’s snow,
Regard and Faith will ever bloom
  Perpetually below.

I see thee whirl in marble halls,
  In Pleasure’s giddy train;
Remorse is never on that brow,
  Nor Sorrow’s 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 Bolt’s, 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

I’m 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.]

© Francis Bret Harte