THE MAHOGANY-TREE.

Here we carouse,

Singing like them,

Perched round the stem

Of the jolly old tree.

Here let us sport,

Boys, as we sit;

Laughter and wit

Flashing so free.

Life is but short

When we are gone,

Let them sing on,

Round the old tree.

Evenings we knew

Happy as this;

Faces we miss,

Pleasant to see.

THE MAHOGANY-TREE.

Kind hearts and true,

Gentle and just.

Peace to your dust!

We sing round the tree.

Care, like a dun,

Lurks at the gate:

Let the dog wait;

Happy we'll be !

Drink, every one;

Pile up the coals,

Fill the red bowls,

Round the old tree!

Drain we the cup,

Friend, art afraid?

Spirits are laid

In the Red Sea.