William Schwenck Gilbert (Уильям Швенк Гилберт)

The Bab Ballads. To the Terrestrial Globe

BY A MISERABLE WRETCH

Roll on, thou ball, roll on!
Through pathless realms of Space
         Roll on!
What though I’m in a sorry case?
What though I cannot meet my bills?
What though I suffer toothache’s ills?
What though I swallow countless pills?
      Never you mind!
         Roll on!

Roll on, thou ball, roll on!
Through seas of inky air
         Roll on!
It’s true I’ve got no shirts to wear;
It’s true my butcher’s bill is due;
It’s true my prospects all look blue—
But don’t let that unsettle you!
      Never you mind!
         Roll on!

1. Songs of a Savoyard. The Darned Mounseer
2. The Bab Ballads. Sir Macklin
3. Songs of a Savoyard. The Heavy Dragoon
4. The Bab Ballads. Thomas Winterbottom Hance
5. The Bab Ballads. Joe Golightly; or, the First Lord’s Daughter

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