Folly Land

In Folly Land wliat witcher.v ! What pretty look, what eyes there be: What amesome ways, wbatdimpled smiles; What Ithlsorae llmbs. what fi-olio wilcs; What easy lausibter, fresh and clear: What pranks to play, what jests lo hear ! Old Timeforgets to shake his sand : The days go tripping hand in haud, In Folly Land, in Foily Laud. In Folly Land, one idle hour, The moonlWiht had a wizard power : lts fairy glamour turned my braln ; I would ttiat I were thert again ! "We stood together, 'neath the sliy ; A bird was chirping diowsilly. He smiled, he sighed, be held my hand, Ah, me ! Ah. well- we understand. 'Twas Kolly Land, 'twas Kolly Land! My sober friend, how worn your looks; Your heart Is iu your mouldy books, Here's half a cobweb on your brow ! I seldom see you jovial now, Fling down your volumes and be free To take a pleasuie trip with me Come, "here's my heart. and here's mv hand!" We'll launcb our skiff and seek the strand Of Folly Land, of Folly Land.