Horace Smith - Air--Give That Wreath To Me

Horace Smith - Air--Give That Wreath To Me

I. br br Give that brief to me, br Without so much bother; br Never let it be br Given to another. br Why this coy resistance? br Wherefore keep such distance? br Why hesitate so long to give that brief to me? br br II. br br Should'st thou ever find br Any counsel willing br To conduct thy case br For one pound one shilling; br Scorn such vulgar tricks, love; br One pound three and six, love, br Is the proper thing,--then give that brief to me. br br III. br br Should thy case turn out br Hopeless and delusive, br Still I'd rave and shout, br Using terms abusive. br Truth and sense might perish, br Still thy cause I'd cherish, br Hallow'd by thy gold,--then give that brief to me. br br IV. br br Should the learned judge br Sit on me like fury, br Still I'd never budge-- br There's the British Jury! br Should that stay prove rotten, br Bowen, Brett, and Cotton {143} br Would upset them all,--then give that brief to me.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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