Ballads: Jolly Jack

Jolly Jack

When fierce political debate
  Throughout the isle was storming,
And Rads attacked the throne and state,
  And Tories the reforming,
To calm the furious rage of each,
  And right the land demented,
Heaven sent us Jolly Jack, to teach
 The way to be contented.
Jack's bed was straw, 'twas warm and soft,
  His chair, a three-legged stool;
His broken jug was emptied oft,
  Yet, somehow, always full.
His mistress' portrait decked the wall,
  His mirror had a crack;
Yet, gay and glad, though this was all
  His wealth, lived Jolly Jack.
To give advice to avarice,
  Teach pride its mean condition,
And preach good sense to dull pretence,
  Was honest Jack's high mission.
Our simple statesman found his rule
  Of moral in the flagon,
And held his philosophic school
  Beneath the "George and Dragon."
When village Solons cursed the Lords,
  And called the malt-tax sinful,
Jack heeded not their angry words,
  But smiled and drank his skinful.
And when men wasted health and life,
  In search of rank and riches,
Jack marked aloof the paltry strife,
  And wore his threadbare breeches.
"I enter not the church," he said,
  But I'll not seek to rob it;"
So worthy Jack Joe Miller read,
  While others studied Cobbett.
His talk it was of feast and fun;
  His guide the Almanack;
From youth to age thus gayly run
  The life of Jolly Jack.
And when Jack prayed, as oft he would,
  He humbly thanked his Maker;
"I am," said he, "O Father good!
  Nor Catholic nor Quaker:
Give each his creed, let each proclaim
  His catalogue of curses;
I trust in Thee, and not in them,
  In Thee, and in Thy mercies!
"Forgive me if, midst all Thy works,
  No hint I see of damning;
And think there's faith among the Turks,
  And hope for e'en the Brahmin.
Harmless my mind is, and my mirth,
  And kindly is my laughter:
I cannot see the smiling earth,
  And think there's hell hereafter."
Jack died; he left no legacy,
  Save that his story teaches:--
Content to peevish poverty;
  Humility to riches.
Ye scornful great, ye envious small,
  Come follow in his track;
We all were happier, if we all
  Would copy Jolly Jack.

Roger Bontemps

Aux gens atrabilaires
Pour exemple donn�,
En un temps de mis�res
Roger-Bontemps est n�.
Vivre obscur � sa guise,
Narguer les m�contens;
Eh gai! c'est la devise
Du gros Roger-Bontemps.

Du chapeau de son p�re
Co�ff� dans les grands jours,
De roses ou de lierre
Le rajeunir toujours;
Mettre un manteau de bure,
Vieil ami de vingt ans;
Eh gai! c'est la parure
Du gros Roger-Bontemps.

Poss�der dans en hutte
Une table, un vieux lit,
Des cartes, une fl�te,
Un broc que Dieu remplit;
Un portrait de ma�tresse,
Un coffre et rien dedans;
Eh gai! c'est la richesse
Du gros Roger-Bontemps.

Aux enfans de la ville
Montrer de petite jeux;
Etre fesseur habile
De contes graveleux;
Ne parler que de danse
Et d'almanachs chantans:
Eh gai! c'est la science
Du gros Roger-bontemps.

Faute de vins d'�lite,
Sabler ceux du canton:
Pr�f�rer Marguerite
Aux dames du grand ton:
De joie et de tendresse
Remplir tous ses instans:
Eh gai! c'est la sagesse
Du gros Roger-Bontemps.

Dire au ciel: Je me fie,
Mon p�re, � ta bont�;
De ma philosophie
Pardonne le ga�t�;
Que ma saison derni�re
Soit encore un printemps;
Eh gai! c'est la pri�re
Du gros Roger-Bontemps.

Vous pauvres pleins d'envie,
Vous riches d�sireux,
Vous, dont le char d�vie
Apr�s un cours heureux;
Vous qui perdrez peut-�tre
Des titres �clatans,
Eh gai! prenez pour ma�tre
Le gros Roger-Bontemps.

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